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out of reach - yung keeta lyrics

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[chorus]
i can’t keep no peace that’s why i been out of reach
all of these rappers my sons, guess i got something to teach, yeah huh
i just been sipping on rum that sh*t tastin’ like bleach, yeah what
spent 3k on a ring, lost that sh*t on a beach yeah what
okay, yeah, okay b*tch lets go, b*tch lets go, b*tch lets go
just cashed out 3 bands spent that sh*t a pole, yeah on a pole
b*tch i up my pole, now your boy on parole, boy on parole
i’m finna bring my pole, to your dumb ass show, your dumb ass show
you already know i’m there whenever you see them crows
boy i’ma fly [?] i’m finna go for the gold
just gotta show that bank your girlfriend gon’ throw that dome, lil b*tch yeah
just spent a week in the city i’m tryna go right back home, lil b*tch yeah
boy you ain’t f*cking with me, boy you ain’t f*cking with me
boy why you ducking on me, boy why you ducking on me, b*tch b*tch
i took a trip to j*pan boy it was something to see, b*tch yeah
no she don’t want your hand your girlfriend coming with me, b*tch yeah

[verse]
we ‘posed to be on the same page
d*mn keeta going way mainstream
keeta still keepin’ the ak
you can still tell me you love me or hate me but you still mean it the same way
i don’t think we finna maintain this
sh*t keeps dropping, bang bang b*tch
still same gang and i just can’t switch
that b*tch ain’t his b*tch, that b*tch* that b*tch ain’t his b*tch
upgrading my sh*t
i done upgraded my wrist
you was an ungrateful lil b*tch
12 gon’ come through, hide that stick
[chorus]
i can’t keep no peace that’s why i been out of reach
all of these rappers my sons, guess i got something to teach, yeah huh
i just been sipping on rum that sh*t tastin’ like bleach, yeah what
spent 3k on a ring, lost that sh*t on a beach yeah what
okay, yeah, okay b*tch lets go, b*tch lets go, b*tch lets go
just cashed out 3 bands spent that sh*t a pole, yeah on a pole
b*tch i up my pole, now your boy on parole, boy on parole
i’m finna bring my pole, to your dumb ass show, your dumb ass show
you already know i’m there whenever you see them crows
boy i’ma fly [?] i’m finna go for the gold
just gotta show that bank your girlfriend gon’ throw that dome, lil b*tch yeah
just spent a week in the city i’m tryna go right back home, lil b*tch yeah
boy you ain’t f*cking with me, boy you ain’t f*cking with me
boy why you ducking on me, boy why you ducking on me, b*tch b*tch
i took a trip to j*pan boy it was something to see, b*tch yeah
no she don’t want your hand your girlfriend coming with me, b*tch yeah

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