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Lil Keed - Worst or Better [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nuri
Nuri
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Nash
Ray Nash
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nuri
Nuri
Producer
Víctor Pereyra
Víctor Pereyra
Recording Engineer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, ooh Keed talk to 'em! Yeah, yeah (?) Hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house Yeah, I'm in a hideout in L.A. And the crib look like a treehouse (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, she thinkin' she knowin' my weakness, She might be geeked out (She know my weakness) So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever) Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do 'cause my songs go dummy Yeah, you know I left the roof on and Some panoramic (?) (That my main top) Niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do When they see me, I ain't runnin' (Oh, yeah) Hey, yeah, go handle your business, Don't trip, don't be clumsy, oh yeah (Let's go) I ride with some steppers (Steppers) I live with some steppers (Grra) Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra) I ride with some steppers Fuck my ho in a stepper (Grra) Put (?) on a stepper (?) I don't give a fuck 'bout the worth so the better Givenchi clips on me, can't even dodge 'em (Hey) I do this shit with no stylist (Hey) What the fuck the nigga mean that they put it on? We do this shit with no stylist What the fuck the nigga mean his money long? You can get hit with a carbon I'm in your home just like he brought Him in and I ain't even talkin' no more They ain't have a VLone in small, so I went extra large (VLone) I ain't even been to Turks and Caicos just to live with thot I put a shooter on motherfucking payroll Just to earn some knots (Shooter payroll) And you know I came from the bottom and I earned my spot, yeah I'm just motherfucking YSL, livin' like (?) from the trench (Okay) Yeah, I'm just switchin' all the foreigns, All the motors, you won't never ever know what I'm in (Never ever) How you livin' ain't y'all getting no shirt, No clothes in advance? (No shirt, no clothes) I just hit (?) then take a pic, goddamn, I don't know what I'ma (?) Yeah, yeah Hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house Yeah, I'm in a hideout in L.A. And the crib look like a treehouse (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, she thinkin' she knowin' my weakness, She might be geeked out (She know my weakness) So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever) Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do 'cause my songs go dummy Yeah, you know I left the roof on and Some panoramic (?) (That my main top) Niggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do When they see me, I ain't runnin' (Oh, yeah) Hey, yeah, go handle your business, Don't trip, don't be clumsy, oh yeah (Let's go) I ride with some steppers (Steppers) I live with some steppers (Grra) Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra) I ride with some steppers Fuck my ho in a stepper (Grra) Put (?) on a stepper (?) I don't give a fuck 'bout the worth so the better
Writer(s): Raqhid Jevon Render, Nuri Saberin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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