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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Keyes
Joey Keyes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Oliveira
Joel Oliveira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CEDES
CEDES
Producer

Lyrics

Got shit down a little bit Don't talk back we sick of it Light that up for bigger hit She workout to thicken it He jus want his dick in it Comes out reposition it Nah he won't consider it Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit I'm the man y'all homies truly envy If he really hate me why the hell he acting friendly? Raining outside and she bumping the Hedley I am working with a pen and I am fuckin' deadly Straight business, William Wesley Straight mugging, Elvis Presley Straight whipping, in the Desi Straight cookin, with the hesi Got my sight super steady Her ass bouncing like Betty Man these fools out here sweaty Fuckin' damn crying, saying J Keyes be petty Sorry can't help it like an OD from fetty Only smoke green like DX, are you ready? Gone on a seddy And I told you already I'm cold like the yeti Still pop like confetti Locked up big island Alcatraz That man can't check he never has Puff that shit twice you better pass Wu Tang big ripped on pleasure gas That's the best night I ever had How can one even measure that? This ain't chess man, it's checkers class Even hot when the weathers ass Got shit down a little bit Don't talk back we sick of it Light that up for bigger hit She workout to thicken it He jus want his dick in it Comes out reposition it Nah he won't consider it Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit Got shit down a little bit Don't talk back we sick of it Light that up for bigger hit She workout to thicken it He jus want his dick in it Comes out reposition it Nah he won't consider it Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit Swear addicted ones who buy packs with The menthol Same kids in school who would Sniff on the Smencils I can't let my mind go crazy I'd be mental I can't photoshop my body Like I'm Kendall Thanking jealous bitches In they head free of rental Shit was helping with my bills Pockets feeling gentle Couldn't really picture me Travelling through Central But I got it locked like My head with the temples Locked up big island Alcatraz That man can't check he never has Puff that shit twice you better pass Wu Tang big ripped on pleasure gas That's the best night I ever had How can one even measure that? This ain't chess man, it's checkers class Even hot when the weathers ass Got shit down a little bit Don't talk back we sick of it Light that up for bigger hit She workout to thicken it He jus want his dick in it Comes out reposition it Nah he won't consider it Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit Got shit down a little bit Don't talk back we sick of it Light that up for bigger hit She workout to thicken it He jus want his dick in it Comes out reposition it Nah he won't consider it Kid ain't tough he's chicken shit
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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