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

Lyrics

Knew I needed love but I think value hate more Who the hell are you dawg we ain't living on the same floor Y'all just take advantage of me always trying to take more High school had me tweaking I was fuckin' with the fake whores They don't ever let em try and see her chest So she's opening her flap like it's DRS Horny men been fuckin' dreaming jus to be her dress That's the only way that they would ever feel her breast My ex lying (lion) now we call her Matt Stafford Oh she damn crying cause I know that cats plastered Austin Powers playing cause she loves the fat bastard Make her fuckin' laugh because I'm knowing that's mastered That's my recipe for disaster Devils enemy for the pastor She gon re establish when he ask her He ain't interested so we blast her Couldn't try to catch him motherfucker running faster Saving up my money not to buy no condominium College taught me all about the fuckin' equilibrium Hit you like Team Rocket send your ass into oblivion Then we hit the town sit down puff on lithium Kickin in the Lambo like I'm Urban Cheating in the bar he had straight one too many bourbon Blows right to the head i've seen them throwing like Andrade They don't ever pull up cause the boys got an entourage Shoutout Pocketino I struggle, how could he know? Dishing me the fifa points, We keep it on the D-Low Looking at the boy I know you thinking How can he flow? Throwin kicks like Chito Call me Tyreek I'm a cheat code This ain't shit that he wrote Cause we puffing on this gino He be out there trying to Stack them racks like Benny Pino Spitting off the script I switch it Up like Tarantino His fantasies latino Girls who'll spit just like Carlito Anxiety keep me humble when I make a big purchase That lady doesn't fumble man, she flexin big purses Deep down she feel worthless, it don't show on the surface I'm trying to put a little purpose in my verses And daddy I'm sorry I said I wouldn't touch drugs But now I smoke up in the house you Built straight coughing up lungs To the boys I laugh about it Just to act like it's fun But I know you expect more From me that thought makes me numb Like Tyson and Don King My mind scraps on the interstate Not like 'From Within' when I would grill me on the dinner plate See my arms you know I'm all about the fuckin' Thinner weight When she call me over I be all up in her inner gate Chilling back at my place That's where you caught your nana Know that I'm a crazy one Because my moms bananas Throwback to the day where I Would wear a pawned bandana My character development Level with John Gabbana Chewing on some gum for her I'm jus tryna comfort her Laying on the comforter Now I'm trying to come for her See a girl who's flaunting And I know dudes who would run for her Beggars can't be choosers and he know That it'd be dumb for her Now she jus call me bitch though, Throw those arms And like take them up like Klitschko For the men, that's some legendary shit though For the chick, they just go back to the crib though Apologies to Fritz though Held him up for too long Know he wanna spit so We gon' make a new song He don't lie for shit so Took her to the futon Inflation a shit show Families need em' coupons Then I throw out food that mama work for, When I think about it I jus hurt more See you eyeing up I wouldn't flirt whore Take ya pick up line and hit the third door, To the right and sorry bout the curve your Nice and loud so I know you'd be heard more I don't care about your damn concerns or Any other sundress that your girl wore You look for a fight like it's a world war Girl you need to pray open the church door He buy darts for cheap at the reserve store My home town just honestly deserves more Two year hiatus Thank the lord I ain't famous Cause there's something bout the greatness They expect that makes me anxious Unless I hit motherload I'll never sell my soul away Talking generational wealth That takes your goals away I just keep evolving and I will Until they notice Don't care for a legion That would follow with hypnosis Ones that'd go attack If I just told them to do that Next time that you hear me I'll be ripping the boom bap Shit is already in progress Surely you knew that My mind waking up and asking "Yo where the booth at?" Know that if I have success I'll Never go flex mine Shit is just the start But I'ma leave it till next time
Writer(s): Joel Oliveira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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