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lirik lagu keep going – jamestfu

[intro: cosantana]
woo (huh)
woo (no)
woo (huh)
(shut the f*ck up)
huh

[chorus: cosantana]
uh, yeah
she wanna get high, yeah, yeah, yeah (high, ho)
yeah, your b*tch just told me i’m fly, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
i don’t care, i don’t play by the rules, i’m not fair (no)
you don’t know me at all, b*tch, i’m rare (rare)
if she nut, i take her to my lair (lair)
and we got b*tches jumping in the pool at the bnb (pool)
f*ck a broken heart, i wear cdg (yeah)
i got h*lla hoes in my bd (huh)
n*ggas know i got it like i’m cmg (yeah)
turn him to a headstone
i got model b*tches, and they redbones
if he talk down, get his head gone (huh)
boy, don’t talk down, get your head blown
she give me top, now she be head*blowin’ (huh)
talking behind us, b*tch, keep going (keep)
she do it all for some rick owen (yeah)
why you tryna run up? put a stick on me (yeah)
like it’s madden, may i send the blitz on ’em (yeah)
choppa bullets, send kiss on ’em (yeah)
bro shot his head, put a head on ’em (yeah)
take a percoset then i’ma blackout
got a bad b*tch, i blew her back out (yeah)
i walk in neiman, and i pull a bag out (yeah)
i went up, and i see n*ggas mad now (huh)
should’ve seen her face, when she hopped up in the whip, and i pulled them racks out

[verse: 80cry]
why ain’t you stay in your place?
i*i*i want you and your friend, baby, this not a race
she like putting sh*t all on my face
i get racks, kinda easy, these n*ggas be lame ([lil’ l*cry?])
but you don’t get real close to me (yeah)
i can keep you company
rolling a backwood, and we smokin’ on gas in the trap, lord (fah, fah)
bullets hit ’em in they cap, lord
i really want her but an all*light, also kinda blonde hair
bound to see an opp, let it go
had to respond to the trap real quick
yeah, you know a n*gga zippin’ that pack, we gone
we going on top kid, but i’m posted up, b*tch, with the top kid
while she giving top she not talking
he be watching my story, he stalking
yeah, you know a young n*gga gon’ make it
most of y’all n*ggas be cap, oh, no
you can get flipped like [pancakes?]
all*black green got an all*white fit
got me to flex, my choppa racist
yeah, y’all can’t keep up, b*tch, now we racing
t*tell that boy so f*cked up, b*tch, no telling
yeah, we not the same, you not my adjacent
since my young n*gga masked out like jason
phew, phew (phew, phew)
phew, phew (phew, phew)
[chorus: cosantana]
uh, yeah
she wanna get high, yeah, yeah, yeah (high, ho)
yeah, your b*tch just told me i’m fly, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
i don’t care, i don’t play by the rules, i’m not fair (no)
you don’t know me at all, b*tch, i’m rare (rare)
if she nut, i take her to my lair (lair)
and we got b*tches jumping in the pool at the bnb (pool)
f*ck a broken heart, i wear cdg (yeah)
i got h*lla hoes in my bd (huh)
n*ggas know i got it like i’m cmg (yeah)
turn him to a headstone
i got model b*tches, and they redbones
if he talk down, get his head gone (huh)
boy, don’t talk down, get your head blown
she give me top, now she be head*blowin’ (huh)
talking behind us, b*tch, keep going (keep)
she do it all for some rick owen (yeah)
why you tryna run up? put a stick on me (yeah)
like it’s madden, may i send the blitz on ’em (yeah)
choppa bullets, send kiss on ’em (yeah)
bro shot his head, put a head on ’em (yeah)
take a percoset then i’ma blackout
got a bad b*tch, i blew her back out (yeah)
i walk in neiman, and i pull a bag out (yeah)
i went up, and i see n*ggas mad now (huh)
should’ve seen her face, when she hopped up in the whip, and i pulled them racks out (racks out)
[outro: cosantana]
uh, yeah
she wanna get high, yeah, yeah, yeah (high, ho)
yeah, your b*tch just told me i’m fly, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
i don’t care—
uh, yeah
she wanna get high, yeah, yeah, yeah (high, ho)
yeah, your b*tch just told me i’m fly, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, oh)
i don’t care—

- jamestfu

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