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lamar jackson - lbs kee'vin lyrics

[intro]
(bugz on the beat)

[verse 1]
thirty clip longer than a louis trench coat
she upgraded from pepper spray to glocks, i make my b*tch tote
i came up off of trappin’, i don’t condone any kick*door
like i’m lamar jackson, bullets comin’ out the pistol
i’m the hottest n*gga in my city, but my wrist froze
bought a sweater out of neiman marcus made by kenzo
og sellin’ boy and girl, i did this for my kinfolk
on the phone, we speak in code, he dropped the load, i tell him ten*four

[chorus]
we don’t write no statuses, i got booked for traffickin’
send packs to orlando, make ’em disappear likе magic
i’m drippin’ on accident, got more sticks than a cactus
like an organ donor, i’d bе glad to let you n*ggas have it

[verse 2]
the money be the only thing that’s on my mind
professional skater, i been on my grind
she ain’t got no titties, she got all behind
she know how to suck it, she get all my time
i’m a player, baby, hope you understand
fallin’ in love with me was never part of the plan
i melt in your mouth, lil’ b*tch, not in your hand
i got b*tches, you can find another man
you not mine, you just a fan
pack it up, time to get up out my crib
faces in my pockets dead, had to get ’em how i live
i was trappin’ on belair with guns big as uncle phil
now these b*tches wanna eat me ’cause they know i’m worth a mil’
[chorus]
we don’t write no statuses, i got booked for traffickin’
send packs to orlando, make ’em disappear like magic
i’m drippin’ on accident, got more sticks than a cactus
like an organ donor, i’d be glad to let you n*ggas have it

- lbs keevin lyrics

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