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who gives a funk? [freestyle] - keoni lee lyrics

[intro]
yeah, she’s way cuter
i could push it to the mall
on my scooter
oh, shawty from the back
she’s a
rider

[verse 1]
i got 24 bands on me
shorty, do yo’ dance
do yo’ dance on me
yeah
we do it for the h*ll of it
for the f*ck of it
these b*tches ain’t celibate
these b*tches’ p*ssy * selling it
now, i gotta go and stack a bit
now, i gotta go whip a benz
gotta go and make another rubber band
gotta go and get it * put it in my friend hand
just for the f*ck of it
i gotta go make a hundred grand
what don’t you understand
wanna go down as the greatest
you gon feel it when you hear it
you feel the feeling
i bе high off drugs (drugs)
woah, woah, woah, woah
no, i don’t do the nina
but, i will smoke some dopе though
right
(drug ‘busing, drug ‘busing)

i’m a m*th*f*ckin’ star
you see me whippin’ in that car
i be out after dark
in the morning, i be gone

bright lights, bright lights
so long
my friend just died
he said, so gone
(now he dead, he got a f*ckin halo)
hol’ on
dump it in that am*pm cup (all them swisher guts)
and you know it’s mud up in my cup (got that muddy cup)
you know i had to get it out the dirt
you know my n*ggas come from out the mud
they be really sippin’ on that dirty
i’m only 20
but i’m rappin’ like i’m 30
i got that curry (put a n*gga in a blender)
and that kyrie irving pop out
we gon go and aim it at ya’ mom house
if you got a problem
most of my n*ggas solve it
i ain’t even gotta worry ‘bout a problem (no, i don’t)
i’m from l.a. * but i ball like i’m from boston
yeah, right, right, right

right, right, right, right, right, right
on some 2 a.m. type sh*t
this yo aynthm
n*ggas was made to hear this

welcome to the album
you could really feel this
i’m knowin’ that you hear me (yeah, yeah)
these n*ggas be some weirdos
out here f*ckin’ with my family
out here posted with my family (posted with my)
got that desert on me
get caught lackin’ * leave you in the desert
i’m here like the 15 & 1st
you know
and my money tall * lil uzi vert (yeah)
no, i am not scared of l*cifer (no, no)
tell him i’ll put his ass in the dirt
i’m back like ebt food in the 1st
gotta get it, take a shovel out the dirt
why they think i’m cappin’
i’m whippin’ in the caddy
yo… big up a self brudda

i be hittin’ the dope in the studio
i just fell in love with a big booty hoe
and she said she gon’ text me for features (for a fea*, feature, ‘ure, ‘ure)
she said she wanna kick it with me, though

ooh yeah * play with that p*ssy like play*do
she from the barbados
i’m from the west coast
(this yo aynthm, yeah, yeah, yeah)

one more time bros

[outro]
*clears throat*
yo
this the junior bro
all the way from belize, representing for the 501 yeah
who don’t how the ting up
big up [?]
bro from [?]
mah cousin, keoni lee
just keep grindin’
keep doin’ ya thing
’cause you dun’ know
[?]
respect
keoni lee
[?] junior bro, [?]

- keoni lee lyrics

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