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(Buddah bless this beat) It's us (Hit 'em with the Jab) Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh, keepin' the keys on, uh Keepin' the keys to the WAP when I pull out (Boys) Go, okay, slatt, okay, damn, 'crete, 'kay Keepin' the keys to the coupe when I pull out (Brrt) Gimme the keys to the 'crete when I pull out ('Crete, 'crete) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (Skrrt) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma (Skrrt, uh) Go, I'm on the top of this shit (Yeah) Okay, okay (Earl on thе Beat), okay (Concrete Boys) Gimmе the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (Ew) Walk in the spot, fifty deep with the tool out They know that it's us, show out at the cookout (Slatt, go) We gettin' money, don't care 'bout what they on (Us) Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone In a suit with a stick like Capone (Beep) Bo for the Jackson, like Shamone I took the chrome to chrome (Shamone) I took his bitch, I boned (Beezy) I made her leave her phone, yes (Yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go) Rich-ass still eatin' Checkers Still pull up, double decker (Boys) SongtexteStill control the whole Mecca Still that nigga, still (Still) I still fuck her, I will (Will) Might put this bitch in my will (Will) (Wait, hold on, you're gon' do what? You're trippin', nigga, I'm from, nigga) Us, chill Fuckin' this bitch in the hills I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (Oh my God) Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin' I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (Walk) Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin' On God, I really be flossin' (Walk) Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back Put the pussy inside of a coffin Aus Songtexte Mania