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keep it real - mook lyrics

[produced by geezybeatz]

[intro]
this ain’t no love song, it’s just how i feel

[chorus]
this ain’t no love song, it’s just how i feel
how can i love you and you can’t keep it real
you turned yo’ back on me, when i was in the phil
how can i love you and you can’t keep it real
and you can’t keep it real (no)
and you can’t keep it real (you can’t)
and you can’t keep it real (why)
and you can’t keep it real (you lied)
and you can’t keep it real (d-mn)
and you can’t keep it real (why)
and you can’t keep it real (you can’t)
and you can’t keep it real (d-mn)

[verse 1]
why can’t you keep it real? (you can’t)
got bands like uncle phil (d-mn)
i gave you all i have (yeah)
you went and turned yo’ back
pulled up in black-on-black (skrrr-t)
you miss me, don’t miss you back (oh no)
your best friend just hit my line (she did)
she told me to come outside (bye-bye)
we talked ’bout you and yo’ pride
bust her down and we get high (i did)
look at what you’ve done to me (d-mn)
you turned me to this crazy thing
b-tch, i bought you diamond rings
you kept lying time again (you did)
don’t got time for all these games
don’t mistake for no lame (hol’ up)
this ain’t no love song (it ain’t)
you got it all wrong (you do)
you was my backbone
now, i hit the gas on
i got a mask on (d-mn)
i keep a bad b-tch
rollin’ up backwoods
she don’t ask for nothing
’cause she got her own sh-t
and she drive her own whip (god d-mn)

[verse 2]
this ain’t no love song
money got too long
i’m in the fifth with too many chains on (bling)
they’re playing my song
how can i love you and you did me so wrong (you did)
going through my phone (d-mn)
money be cutting, my fingers like ching chong
i’m on the ringtone
she wanna f-ck me ’cause i got the studio on
i’ll pro’ly take her home
get back to the money
we bag it and get it gone (d-mn)
we put the city on (let’s go)
look how the medicine stick to the styrofoam
i got another jo’n (d-mn)
too many problems, i might roll another blunt
’cause i can do what i want
chasing these b-tches, not part of the mission
put out this music, collect the commission
i gotta get it, these n-gg-s be trippin’
money don’t fold, i’d be stacking it up
cut that b-tch off and she start acting up
not keep on tellin’ me, runnin’ sh-t up
keep that sh-t real, all you got is yo’ word
believe what you see, don’t believe what you heard (d-mn)

- mook lyrics

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