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keepers - playapossestacks lyrics

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[intro]
kidsnextdoor
i told ’em i was finna talk that sh*t
aye

[verse]
i need five for a feature, yo’ b*tch ain’t a keeper
starve her ‘fore i feed her, playa posse reaper
riding with a sweeper, playing finders keepers
pluck a n*gga feathers everytime we see a tweeter
oh sh*t i be tweaking, i be spazzing while they sleeping
got the sauce and all the season, if he reaching then i’m teaching
cousin g*bo he be preaching, you*a think that boy a deacon
but we bе around some demons, you ain’t beefing, you a vegan
n*gga you ain’t еating, you a baby out here t**thing
told ’em i’m a legend, like my b*tch named chrissy teigan
gotta pay the fee, i’m a charger like i’m keenan
african american, but pulled up european, haha, haha
aye, thats interracial
i’m not a spa, but she gon’ come to me to get a facial
roc nation brunch, only bosses at the table
nosey ass n*ggas, send a bullet at yo’ nasal
foreign hoes in my stable, and i ain’t left the country
all about my money, making chicken like kentuckys
fenix and ohgeesy, i came in with that musty
her eyes cute, but i’ma still dog her like a husky
walked in the bank alone, but i left with oprah
b*tch i’m talking ’bout that green, i got h*lla okra
bro don’t hoop, but if he shoot, then he sefolosha
pull up with heat in every city, like i’m erik spoelstra
i can tell when n*ggas bluffing, i’ma have to call it
n*gga said he want smoke ’til we had him coughing
light 10, just another day at the office
and when a mixtape drop, i’m going trapaholics
i turn a michael myers in these mike amiris
real rap hoe, you n*ggas be mariah carey
caught a n*gga with no strap, he turn tyler perry
i’m going everywhere with sherm, he got the right to carry
knock a n*gga brains out them bonds like barry
you n*ggas hang around with rats, you tom, he jerry
i got a whole list of hoes, all kinds and various
my main b*tch is a wife, but i’m not married
i’m a heavyweight, grew up on section 8
sugar and spaghetti plates, posted outside every day
we ain’t finna hesitate, make a n*gga elevate
hit his crib, paint the walls, like we came to decorate
n*gga i catch a body, then go meditate
he was rapping ’til they caught him, now he l*m*a
l*o*l, o*m*dub, yo’ b*tch on our way
finna hit her with a combo, like i’m sugar ray
we ain’t beefing with you n*ggas, y’all ain’t no fun
you n*ggas never come outside cause y’all got no funds
n*gga said he want smoke, we taking both lungs
make sh*t spooky and hit you n*ggas with some ghost guns
we maxing n*ggas out, expeditiously, no t.i
it’s f*ck me on the net, see me in person it’s a peace sign
born in the city, been outside since i was knee*high
niners stadium, the only time i’m in some levi’s

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