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grammy family - keanu jones lyrics

d-mn it can’t be
infamous, lg; the grammy family
and these p-ssy n-ggas f-cked; go scan for plan b
hopping out the camry, on cam for tv
no playing, it’s clear to see
no playing, it’s clear to see
it’s; me
but these n-ggas think i’m acting new
and their b-tches hear me rapping, so they snapping nudes
i only f-ck with twin b-tches, so i don’t have to choose
you go against us, it’s not even a choice, n-gga you’ll have to lose
my b-tch a lot tougher than you n-ggas, i swear she’ll smack a few
it’s a celebration b-tches, come enjoy me
i just c-m in joy, rih, & leave the h; or a g
making love faces, with your main b-tch, then record deez
i just touched base; all the hoes that ain’t support me
begging me to let them pleasure me, i let them then a quarter key
blows
my b-tch from puerto rico
but she don’t speak no
engles, no habla
all she know is papa
& jaja; i’m sipping mattes; we need the weed rolled
im married to the money, greens my last like cee lo
i once had a dream yo
but no mlk sh-t
i was in between some b-tches who was doing some g-y sh-t
it looked like a scene of teens straight out of movie
then we dived in the jacuzzi, while i dived in the coochi
and these n-ggas gon be hating till the casket drop
and these n-ggas gon be thugs till they -ss get popped
i’m on a whole different level, punching bags with pac
line for line with big
comparing bars with nas
i swear this game need me
i swear you lames need beef to sell
if i don’t diss then i’m weak & frail
but i’ll end your whole career, with a decent 12
not even 16, this sh-t mean; this keef you smell
you n-ggas always claim you shooting; you be aiming for charts
making love sh-t & clubs hits; faking from start
i’ll play your spade; we’ll bet diamonds on your life on your heart
he fold; cause he know, playing those cards ain’t smart
cause he know, bet you ain’t no that
& i get yo ho so wet
you get her like a flow mat
in the summer, let me hold that
they asked can i go dumber, she want lumber; so she slow jacked
want my number; ain’t get that?
she a virgin? i hit that
d-mn it can’t be; infamous lg, the grammy family
with some b-tches on my d-ck & these roshes on my feet
with a rello in my mouth, n-gga i can’t even speak
why these n-ggas wanna beef?
why they got problems with me?
but when they see me in the streets; suddenly they forget their tweets
and i feel that sh-t is weak
if you diss don’t be discrete
let me know you think i suck
i’ll let you know i gives no f-cks
i won’t be salty at all; maybe some; but sh-t so what
i can’t take no criticism, when i’m spitting uppercuts
and i’m only 17, i ain’t even hit the clubbo
no i.d. but i be still beating on a sl-t ho
no c.b. i mean that platonic, i’m kicking ebonics, no trouble
matter fact, let me get a dub bro
….& i just blew 80 on 4/20
that’s 4 20’s for dummies; give me more money
i had to stop making records, but trust me; more coming
you need to stop talking reckless; before your pores bl–dy
oh buddy, oh lordy; thanks for blessing me
if you add a bit of envy from the n-ggas next to me
add a dash, of all the hoes that wanna have s-x with me
add the stash, from when i had to hide & dodge a felony
add half of snitch n-ggas that can’t wait to tell on me
and mix it all together, for the best rapper recipe
i’m in a different zone, cause i zoned out
i stopped focusing on what that bullsh-t about
i stopped paying attention; couldn’t afford to
but now i’m paying my dues; just to support you
so please support me
floor seats feel the court sweeped
close enough to see d. rose up in that giorgio
that’s how i wanna be
i waited faithfully
all the people that pray for me
made a way for me; a or b
a: ima make it; with my people behind me
b: ima make it, with my people behind me
there’s no no for an answer, i ain’t taking that
arc on that saw slice; you won’t razorback i’m saying
my n-gga
i don’t know what the f-ck all them n-ggas on
but years from now; you gone realize why all them n-ggas gone
and years from now, you gone hear me on each and every song
till i’m ghost; but then i’m pac, grammy family b-tch we out!

and they thought this sh-t was over but this sh-t still going
i be digging all in her guts, till she feel so bloated
all this verses be uppercuts, think that mayweather wrote it
but i’m just way better focused; high off potion, n-ggas get notions
that i’m blowing up
b-tches bras bulimic; how they throw em up
when they see a n-gga spit the meanest, they come roll with us
been gone for awhile, n-ggas saying i can’t spit
started talking h-lla foul, boy you know these tecs don’t miss
ain’t no refs in this sh-t
n-gga i rest in your b-tch
i left my nest on her thighs
you be arresting and sh-t
i came all in her eyes
while y’all was texting and sh-t
she said these kids in her face; you thought that ho baby sit
and i be on crazy sh-t
giving permission, go & talk & run
cause i be on shaky sh-t, when i let them bullets park in son
and i hate when people hit my weed i can’t stand it
i mean n-gga you gotta pay ten if you wanna let your man in
book of eli, i’m a giant
your an ant, and i’m a soldier
like gi, cause i take them ants out & this sh-t is over
no more closure, i’m exposing; ima soldier; you’re a soulja boy
infamous; the hottest out this b-tch; i thought i told ya boi

- keanu jones lyrics

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