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undercover - bby keo lyrics

[intro]
uh (uh), b*tch

[verse 1: bby keo]
brodie want smoke, get left in the ditch
bad b*tch in the club and she left for this d*ck
you not in the band, you ain’t stepping on sticks
got a house full of gas and a house made of bricks
like hold on, tell me, are you getting rich?
see me with his girl, now that f*ck n*gga sick
we stuck in the matrix, i’m making it glitch
i don’t have to say it, they know i’m the sh*t
your b*tch h*lla work, but i’m taking that shift
n*gga think he on top, go and jump off a cliff
he gon’ give her a [?] with my kids on her lip
oh sh*t, man, he rocking out, that’s the bridge, man
and just like banana, your wig get split, man
he want it back, come and get your sh*t then
i don’t want the scat, tryna cop me a big benz
i’m eating a burger with no honey mustard
she said arthur, but these n*ggas busters
woah, godd*mn, keo getting too fly, now these n*ggas’ b*tches is coming in cl*sters
in a room with your b*tch, you already know, on a sitch
i’m getting milk like utters
i’m that b*tch, you know i’m tryna get rich
it’s bby keo, no other
[?] like b*tter, i ain’t even stutter
i’m finna f*ck on your sister, your mother
i got your b*tch and her twin in a cupboard
these f*ck n*ggas be twelve, undercover
and i’m still rocking heelys, you n*ggas can’t see me
i’m on my chris breezy, these n*ggas won’t beat me
them diamonds, they shining, gon’ blind ’em like stevie
won’t entertain drama, that sh*t is beneath me
[verse 2: ayoodrip]
(yeah*eeh) if they are beneath me, that means they are under
i am not stevie, but i always wonder
why they always bothering me
like, leave me alone
“hey drip, what is that smell?” oh, it’s my cologne
buddy always copying me, he is my clone
hit me with the double text, get off my phone
i just be standing here, call me a stone
i am not fancy, but i’ll eat a scone
hey, you are goofy
hot dog, hot*diggity*dog, ain’t talking no coney
why is he talking like that, he is real phony
that man is a weirdo, we call him bologna
who’s man is this? this ain’t my homie

[outro: ayoodrip]
yeah, he is below me
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah*eeh)
nice, have a great day
me and keo, out
ya*dee*dee, ya*dee*dee, yeah

- bby keo lyrics

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