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guys - keshore lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
why would i waste my time on a broke b*tch? n*gga, that’s not my vibes
booted up off of the shrooms and i’m smoking on gas and i’m kicking it with my guys
if i do me like i always do me then the fake n*ggas always gon’ cut they ties
k!lling they soul when they see you outside, speaking my mind ’till i motherf*cking die

[verse i]
smoking that za’, n*gga, f*ck is a dime?
i’m f*cking your ho and i’m f*cking your wife
out of the country, got currency spice
we mixing an ox’ with a xan’ and the line
smoking a backwood in dover
tight end n*gga, i was never pushed over
if you want to die, send that boy to jehovah
i’m spending my time on the game and the soda
my n*ggas in jail and i hope they get out
my n*ggas was stacking them bodies like grams
i’m keeping a glock and a booking advance
your partner sold soul for a label advance
i give ’em the .45, make that boy dance
a pretty boy, criminal still on the low
i’m rapping and trapping, they stealing my flow
i bodied your b*tch and she sucking my toes, yeah
[chorus]
why would i waste my time on a broke b*tch? n*gga, that’s not my vibes
booted up off of the shrooms and i’m smoking on gas and i’m kicking it with my guys
if i do me like i always do me then the fake n*ggas always gon’ cut they ties
k!lling they soul when they see you outside, speaking my mind ’till i motherf*cking die

[verse ii]
chatting way more than my b*tch (huh)
b*tching way more than my b*tch (yeah)
n*ggas be p*ssy, that’s it (huh)
so i just slap the lil’ b*tch (yeah)
don’t give a f*ck about sh*t (yeah)
you best give a f*ck who it is (yeah)
i’m better than all of them n*ggas (yeah)
i’m cuter than all of your b*tches
n*gga, i’ll beat that n*gga, i’ll take that charge, i’ll take that sentence (yeah)
write out that check and i motherf*cking send it
no love for a b*tch, who the f*ck is you kidding?
i’m kicking that love like i’m kicking that cup (huh)
p*ssy n*ggas love to sub (yeah)
show ’em what a burner does
hit the 5, burn a n*gga up
49 in the g6
looseleaf’s, never smoke spliffs
rare drip, got a rare fit
shawty got a ass with the hips
shawty got a ass, shake that sh*t
first round, n*gga, first pick
being broke always made me sick
[chorus]
why would i waste my time on a broke b*tch? n*gga, that’s not my vibes
booted up off of the shrooms and i’m smoking on gas and i’m kicking it with my guys
if i do me like i always do me then the fake n*ggas always gon’ cut they ties
k!lling they soul when they see you outside, speaking my mind ’till i motherf*cking die

why would i waste my time on a broke b*tch? n*gga, that’s not my vibes
booted up off of the shrooms and i’m smoking on gas and i’m kicking it with my guys
if i do me like i always do me then the fake n*ggas always gon’ cut they ties
k!lling they soul when they see you outside, speaking my mind ’till i motherf*cking die

- keshore lyrics

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