Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It In The Fam, artist - Yella Beezy.
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It In The Fam |
We global now |
Hey |
If you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy |
Five percent tint, that mind your business |
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley |
Put 'bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey) |
I got bands too, I’m the man too |
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey |
Oh, you brand new? |
I heard it’s ran through |
That’s your cousin? |
We can keep it in the fam too |
Hey |
Back to back foreign, engine roaring in the Bentley |
If the head boring, she ain’t goin', suck me dentally (True) |
Choppers on go, hitting notes like a symphony |
Motherfuck these silly broads and these boys, ain’t got shit for me |
Got a fine bad mamajama out in Tennessee |
Line for the J’s just like the number 23 |
Big loud .50 cal if you think you’re tryna bully me |
Word around town, say a nigga ain’t good as me |
Woo, woo, woo, shit, yeah |
Girl, I’m tryna see if you can do the splits, yeah |
I wonder if you can throw it back on the dick, yeah |
Pussy good, make a nigga nut quick fast |
If you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy |
Five percent tint, that mind your business |
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley |
Put 'bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey) |
I got bands too, I’m the man too |
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey |
Oh, you brand new? |
I heard it’s ran through |
That’s your cousin? |
We can keep it in the fam too |
Hey, keep it in the fam, damn, that pussy righteous, ayy |
Make it rain on me and I’ma strike it like lightning, ooh |
Got the bed rumbling but nah, we ain’t fighting |
She said she like girls too but nah, she ain’t dyking |
She called her best friend up, it’s exciting |
Two bad bitches and they say that they like me |
Grip the dick good, say her pussy lips biting |
Four of 'em got a boyfriend, these hoes trifling |
I ain’t tryna cuff you, girl, just one night me |
Feeling like I’m Gucci Mane, bitch, I’m so icy |
I don’t give a fuck if your nigga don’t like me, ayy |
Big time peaches, motherfucker, so pricy, yeah |
If you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy |
Five percent tint, that mind your business |
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley |
Put 'bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey) |
I got bands too, I’m the man too |
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey |
Oh, you brand new? |
I heard it’s ran through |
That’s your cousin? |
We can keep it in the fam too |