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fetish (remix) - lil keed lyrics

[intro: lil keed]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil keed]
i’ma tell him if you know he got a stick and you know he gon’ shoot ’bout me, yeah, yeah
water that’s on me and you know i got diamonds, them real vv’s, yeah, yeah
hit a bad b-tch from the back and you know she leave cream on me, yeah, yeah
mexico drivin’, do the whole d-mn dash, yeah f-ck police, yeah, yeah
purple h-llcat with a whole four scat, you don’t wanna race me, yeah, yeah
burn his -ss up, wet his -ss up
michael jordan, hit him, know he ballin’ up
yeah i got a plug, yeah i’m havin’ drugs
b-tches suck me up, yeah they eat the nut
back to the motherf-ckin’ basics
got the trap beatin’ like the eighties, yeah
snakes gon’ cover my motherf-ckin’ back like a cape
n-gg-s gon’ talk behind my back, not my face
n-gg-s gon’ ride the whole wave like a slate
b-tch run the play and you know i don’t wait
know i got racks on me long way
make one call, get you hit in the face
pull up on the scene in a foreign machine
you who you is because of me
i pour the red, enjoy my sleep
exotic weed, you not high as me
i f-ck her good, she nut in her sleep
i roll a backwood, i’m chiefing the leaf
i made it out, i made ’em believe
bad lil ho, she came from belize
all they hate is all showin’
naked b-tches and they all goin’
naked b-tches, yeah they all blowin’

[chorus: lil keed]
money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, i got fetty
y’all n-gg-s broke, gettin’ sh-t on credit
talkin’ like a parrot, yeah, b-tch i’m fly rich, yeah
b-tch i’m fly rich, yeah, b-tch i’m high rich, yeah
and i got vv, and i got on cc’s
i just hit the ho ceecee, yesterday by the bp
nah it don’t make no sense
nah it don’t make no sense
nah it don’t make no sense

[verse 2: young thug]
money fetish, black b-tch like belly
i just put the symbol off the benz on my necklace
i just told that b-tch if she bad i’ma next it
i just took that tramp to the spot, neck, no netflix
i just put a blimp behind my b-tch and her b–bs got fixed, ah
hop on my d-ck and go apesh-t, yeah
i just copped some bad young sh-t, walk in my crib, ayy
i was banging blood n-gg-, ever since it was a brim
check my car fleet, balenciaga car seat
i just hit little rock b-tch, right behind the bp
nah it don’t make no sense
(i done hit about ever one of them little rock b-tches)
nah it don’t make no sense
(that’s no cap)

- lil keed lyrics

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