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Lot of glitter, lot of glitter, Lot glitter, You can't help me if you can't Help yourself. I'm at the penthouse plottin' on my Next ten steps. One hundred million, Straight out the ghetto. We finally on track, now It's time to hit the pedal. Can't look back, gotta keep killin'. Time goin' by, but I keep crippin'. Yellow gold jewelry and it's covered up in ice. I'm just puttin' on for my niggas that got Life. I stay away from niggas that be talkin' To the cops. And them niggas that be talkin' To niggas talkin' to the cops. And I stay away from hoes that ain't got Shit goin' on. Might be a hot girl summer, But I ain't got shit for 'em. I flush dope down the toilet in the middle Of a raid. Knock niggas out in the middle Of a fade. Had a fifty round clip in The center of a Wraith. Slidin' through the city just to show my face. If it ain't Ace of Spade, what the fuck Is it? When I leave the office, won't you Come get drunk with me? Couple niggas turned around 'cause they couldn't see The light. Then I started Blue T-shirt, and now We on fire. Ayy, I remember sittin' in the Projects all day. What? Backyard boogie. Oh. Takin' off fade. Okay. a couple night crew and knew a couple Broad day. What? What? my nigga BG, he from The Broadway. Oh. If it ain't Ace of Spade, What the fuck is it? Ayy, fuck is Twenty Bands on a chain, spent a buck fifty. All these bitches know my name, they in love With me. I ain't goin' that stage without my Gun with me. Okay, now what you finna do When you get out your deal? Now I'm finna have some fun. Ayy, what do you consider fun? Goin' dumb with a hundred round drum on bloods. It's a dog in this bitch, fuck the law In this bitch. what? What? Ayy, I need it all in this bitch. Okay. first thing first, yeah, you know it's fuck 12. Ayy, free Don Dadi, got a million dollar Bail. Ayy. Like a boat, I'ma sail. I'm off drugs, out the yard. Finna live it up today 'cause I ain't promised Tomorrow. No. Hundred ten goin' fast, westbound on The freeway. What? Bogartin' traffic 'cause I do Shit the G way. Chief Perico, Rooster. Play to Win. Shit don't stop and all that, you know what Mean? Mack and Cole. Perico's in the prime. Long live Sean Mack, long live Coley. Play to Win on the way.
G Perico, Rucci — Keep Killin
«Keep Killin» — G Perico, Rucci. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:03. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
