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balenciaga - lil keed lyrics

[intro: lil keed]
aye where you get that beat from? mooktoven!
lets go
keedtoven

[chorus: lil keed]
(keed talk to em!)
yeah yeah, balenciaga steppin’, watch yo’ shoes
yeah yeah, balenciaga steppin’, south boy too
yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon’ shoot
yeah yeah, peanut b-tter seats, yeah its out the coupe
yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, i dropped the roof
rubber band of blue cheese n-gg-, i don’t like it loose
and my b-tches they got pretty feet, they don’t own shoes
worry bout that, this ain’t that
worry bout that, where yo’ check at?
worry bout that, worry bout that
you worried bout this, and this ain’t that

[verse 1: lil keed]
in that sp-ce coupe, free that n-gg- ralph
we go way back like a sun roof, all these b-tches rubbin’ on me
i feel like i’m at [?], get that paper upfront
before i even walk through (keed talk to em!)
lets go, me and my dog gonna get bands
me and my dog f-ck these hoes by the ten
it just me and my dog in that mof-ckin’ benz
i can’t wait for my dog to get out that f-ckin’ can

[chorus: lil keed & 21 savage]
(keed talk to em!)
yeah yeah, balenciaga steppin’, watch yo’ shoes
yeah yeah, balenciaga steppin’, south boy too
yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon’ shoot
yeah yeah, peanut b-tter seats, yeah its out the coupe
yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, i dropped the roof
rubber band of blue cheese n-gg-, i don’t like it loose
and my b-tches they got pretty feet, they don’t own shoes
worry ’bout that, this ain’t that
worry ’bout that, where yo’ check at? (bought a vet)
worry ’bout that (bought a vet), worry ’bout that (straight up)
you worried ’bout this (straight up, straight up), and this ain’t that

[verse 2: 21 savage]
yeah yeah, dropped my first mixtape and bought a vet
bought a 85 cutlers off a crack
balenciaga with chanel, i mismatched
i’m slaughter gang dont get stabbed in your back
ridin’ with a k, draco, call it lowercase
baby momma got a kel-tec she dont tote [?]
“savage, how you get your stain up?” n-gg- even play
“savage, why n-body wanna front you nothin’?” cause i used to take
balenciaga make yo’ b-tch wanna choose up
im in hollywood hills with a shoota
i smoke dead people, i dont smoke hooka
f-ck with our gang, i’m a dog, don’t get chewed up
saint laurent on my back, this ain’t fake n-gg-
im on cleveland with lil keed and the snakes, n-gg-
play with me, get long lived, from your name, n-gg-
up eight figures, so i stopped wearing chains, n-gg-

[verse 3: lil keed]
choppa will blast that, i got all this f-ckin’ paper on me
i don’t even cash out, went out the other day
drippin’, n-gg- the trash [?], yeah you hear them pipes
on that f-ckin’ h-llcat, young n-gg- sh-t
ridin’ round with a f-ckin’ gat, you ain’t k!llin’ sh-t
you ain’t even need a f-ckin’ strap, you ain’t real as me
he ain’t ever gave the [?] back, put the hood on my back
put the hood on the map, comin’ for the biggest bag

- lil keed lyrics

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