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finish line! - keyaunu lyrics

[verse: keyaunu]
yeah, i’m too far ahead, no, they can’t see me at the finish line
put some jolly ranchers in the sprite, f*ck a lemon*lime
made like 20k just last night, i ain’t make a lot
b*tch i geek or tweak up off the pills, i be high a lot
everybody wanna take some fl!cks when i be up in town
i know n*ggas shiver in they timbers when i come around
told a b*tch do not go tell my business, it ain’t word of mouth
i’m so d*mn numb, now i can’t tell you how i’m feeling now
i got a couple of guns, a couple of sons that shoot you lil n*ggas for fun
do not even try to run, there’s nowhere to hide, we k!lling you, taking your funds
you just a couple of bums, you can’t еven rap, matter fact go make somе drums
we blew the top off his brain, now sh*t looking like somebody chewing some gum
done with these snake*ass n*ggas, i’m sick of these lame ass rappers
you just a certified pedophile, they dubbing me the certified trapper
running this sh*t like a track meet, lil b*tch, i might overlap ya
i ain’t shaking no hands with no broke boy, lil b*tch, i ain’t gonna dap ya
everybody going through tough times nowadays, you gotta adapt bruh
i get paid today, it’s finna be gone in a week like abra cadabra
n*gga be talking about me versus him, that sh*t ain’t even a matchup
don’t even try to put me in the booth, that’s just like lighting a match up
sh*t ain’t fair, got ’em beat so bad, got ’em running, they calling for backup
n*ggas act too d*mn friendly, i turn ’em to ghosts, calling ’em casper, like woah

[verse: sznkid]
n*ggas slow down but i run up a whole lotta blue, i gotta go faster
i’m all they study, they watching my every move like they want a bachelor
n*ggas don’t really be ballin’, i’m out in the field, they behind the catcher
f*ck instrumentals, i treat every beat like it’s food, yall gon’ have to catch up, like woah
cracking b*tches like a pimp, water all up on the wrist
i ain’t never been a simp, i’m moonwalking on a b*tch
won’t hop in if it ain’t tint
red*headed vanilla b*tch
said “i’d call back”, haven’t hit her up since, ha
can’t cheat on the bag, it’s a risk, i need my money like i need oxygen
talking broke, you ain’t talking to me
b*tch i’m up with no college degree
they was tough now they copping a plea
suit and tie him, a proper defeat
like what’s up? come and sock it to me
sicker flow, mine a hotter disease
money blue like it’s part of the sea
stick on bro like he parted the seas
i’m so suave, f*ck the cost, all i hear is “blah, blah, blah”
“na*na*na, la*la*la”, sh*t i’m on, go over the top
no, i don’t wan’ f*cking talk, no, i don’t wan’ f*cking lock
come see me, come f*cking box, come see me, come f*cking box
they say they don’t understand my words, i’m just murming
i’m sick of these broke ass f*cking nerds, they all vermins
what you need? i sell it, i got birds and they chirping
you ain’t on that field, ain’t in that turf putting work in
.45s, .44s, .223s, i bet i get ya’ nervous

- keyaunu lyrics

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