For Keeps

Rich The Kid, NBA Youngboy2019年3月21日
歌詞

For Keeps - Rich The Kid/NBA Youngboy

Lyrics by:Dimitri Roger/Kentrell Gaulden/Alex Petit

Composed by:Dimitri Roger/Kentrell Gaulden/Alex Petit

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again/Rich the Kid:

My heart cold I bet the angels agree

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

We play for keeps let out that heat

and we leave stains in the street yeah

They take a stand we make 'em all go to sleep yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps

Woo

They knocking 'em off for cheap

What

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

Woo woo

Made a hundred thousand I was sleep

Yeah

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

One call that's all make 'em all go to sleep

Yeah

Rich the Kid/YoungBoy Never Broke Again:

I want the money but you want the fame lil' n***a

Fame lil' n***a yeah

Ran the check way up my pockets bigger

Woo woo

Brought the lil' foreign b***h we don't take no pictures

We don't take no pictures

Pull the stick out they don't want no issues

Grrah baow

Don't want no issues don't want no issues

Want no issues

Sometimes I tote two guns I run with plenty killers

Plenty killers

I rock two Rollies I'm not regular I'm straight out them trenches

Out the trenches

Got a new Maybach ain't drove it once but dropped some ashes in it

Vroom

Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies

I'm from the block no talk and watch forever mind my business

Put that on my four sons I won't fold I be toting that glizzy

This ankle bracelet on my leg I'm already sentenced

YoungBoy Never Broke Again/Rich the Kid:

My heart cold I bet the angels agree

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

We play for keeps let out that heat

and we leave stains in the street yeah

They take a stand we make 'em all go to sleep yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps

Woo

They knocking 'em off for cheap

What

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

Woo woo

Made a hundred thousand I was sleep

Yeah

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

One call that's all make 'em all go to sleep

YoungBoy Never Broke Again/Rich the Kid:

Tryna rock something

Rock

Ain't leaning off them Xans I be charged up

up

Poppin' go to set tripping throwing B's in that order

Bet

Dave died from that chopper at 16 wish I can call him

And we don't charge 'em

She told but that's my blood so we ain't charge 'em

Told my n***a if they play then they gon' die today

What

No they ain't never seen a n***a spraying out the Wraith

Skrrt

Lawyer need a quarter mil' and he gon' beat the case

He gon' beat the case

Make another half a mil' I threw it in the safe

Woo woo woo

I can't kick it with these n***as 'cause they all fake

Nah we ain't never going broke because we all straight

Made another hundred had a long day

Long day

Pullin' out the chopper look the wrong way

YoungBoy Never Broke Again/Rich the Kid:

My heart cold I bet the angels agree

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

We play for keeps let out that heat

and we leave stains in the street yeah

They take a stand we make 'em all go to sleep yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps

Woo

They knocking 'em off for cheap

What

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

Woo woo

Made a hundred thousand I was sleep

Yeah Never Broke

These n***as fake I don't f**k with them they all strangers to me

Rich Forever ever

One call that's all make 'em all go to sleep

No cap

Rich the Kid:

You dig

Huh

 

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