Correction Paroles Back Board par Lil Keed

Featuring(s) : Gunna

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Playmakers
Oh, oh

Banging her back like a backbone
Keep me some racks in the dashboard
New window tint, left it fishbowl
Went straight to the pent with a thick ho
She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe
Got that thing 'round her neck like an animal
When I spin [?] on Melrose
Spitting game like a player from [?]

[Lil Keed]
I never trust her with my backbone
And she calling me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you comе on
Yeah, I just landed in her city, tеll that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on
On

[Gunna]
She ride on that dick like a trolley, trolley
I'm licking her up, she a hotty, hotty
Cute face and no waist, this a lotta body
I knew I would f*ck up a whole [?]
They said, "She is the one, you got it, got it"
Mad that I'm on, you don't gotta like it
Got my Chrome Heart jeans on with a pocket rock
Told her come on, babe, we going shop
Drop me an album, ain't do no flopping
Living this life, it feel like Monopoly
I buy that shit and it's private property
Original, I don't wanna copy
Oh, she gotta leave it sloppy sloppy
Suck it when we fly to Abu Dhabi
We got no name and we body body

[Lil Keed]
I never trust her with my backbone
And she calling me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you come on
Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on
On

[Lil Keed]
Just know these hundreds and these hoes on me
I'll treat you some girl, keep it lowkey
Nigga ever think 'bout playing with Lil Keed
All the slimes know it's R.I.P
Went and got all-white and a stain on me
Yeah, I'm having ties, yeah, M-O-B
Twin hoes on me so I made a DoubleTree
Bitch said a drop-top, lil' ho, I might be
Riding with a Glock, yeah, it got long reach
Yeah, it sit in the crack of the seat
Yeah, I put bands on your ho if your ever play
Just know I get him fried like grease
Yeah, I want Chanel, nigga, from the head to the toe
But Gunna want Dior feet
And they twenty G's
Trolling you hoes, I don't give a f*ck
You not the on the leash, I'm chasing the dream
Oh, woah, woah, woah
Put YSL matts on my floors
Yeah, her head good, yeah, I'm curling my toes
Get real money and I want some more
These niggas junkies so I ride with a pole
Plotting on taking so I gotta drop it low
I'll waste money whacking then catch a show
I ain't wasting money on me [?]

Banging her back like a backbone
Keep me some racks in the dashboard
New window tint, left it fishbowl
Went straight to the pent with a thick ho
She fresh out the shower, no bathrobe
Got that [?] 'round her neck like an [?] bone
When I spin [?] on Melrose
Spitting game like a player from [?]

[Lil Keed]
I never trust her with my backbone
And she calling me daddy when I'm home
Yes, I graduated from the streets, yeah, I had to go and put my cap on
Yes, I [?] they think that you're [?] when you come on
Yeah, I just landed in her city, tell that lil' ho I'm ready, just come on
On

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