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lirik lagu a list a-hole 2 – lil keel

[intro: xhuloo]
arena
yeah

[verse 1: xhulooo]
riding with that stick like a magician (yeah, go kavi)
bullets gon’ win, choppa turn ’em to a pigeon
i just count a bankroll so it got my palms itching
palm angels t*shirt, it cost me a paycheck
why you keep on asking for a feat if you can’t pay for that? (you can’t pay that)
she keep telling me she love me, i can’t say it back
opps tryna spin, playing games, so we play ’em back (uh)
racks in, when i walk i get that bag in
i’m taxing for that feature, boy, you slacking
too much people in my dm’s steady capping
too much bread inside the bank, now i’m stacking

[verse 2: lil keel]
this a g2 on my waist, this not a prop
b*tch, i’m with some soldiers, act like that and get you popped
even when i’m down i know that b*tch gon’ give me top
balenciaga steppin’, ‘member i was wearing crocs
my b*tch bad, i sweat her out then get chanelly
your b*tch still a ho she probably getting trained out at the telly
gang just copped a scope so he will never miss like oh not nearly
tell that ho i’m serious, that b*tch start talking ’bout some forreally?
stop laughing, b*tch, i’m for real
racks, they stack up so d*mn tall like f*ck a deal
i done passed too many n*ggas got these boys, like f*ck lil keel
balling hard, it’s f*ck my money, 7’1 like i’m shaquille
but on the real, i got racks and count money ’cause i need to
[verse 3: xhulooo]
sliding through your town with that g2
i just spent a band, i told my hater go make ’em see through
diamonds playing peekaboo (yeah), i can’t see you (i can’t see you)
i know you got hate up in your soul, i cannot be you (pssh, no)
i feel just like autumn, i’m a monster
they thought i was yeat the way i pulled up in that tonka
g*12, skrting off, no, this ain’t a honda (skrt)
you can’t k!ll my money, so it only make it stronger
i feel just like yeezy, yeezy, yeezy, i’m a god
walk inside that function, three deep with my squad
call up one of my [?] you know he tucking that rod
might just come and sneak you with that chopper like it’s cod

[verse 4: lil keel]
thinking ’bout that rack, about a digit
i’m up in that beamer and that boy stuck in a civic
n*ggas tryna knock me off, i pop a perc, get off my pivit
all i think about is money, drugs
you stuck on them b*tches
told my b*tch bring me an oxy
walk in fifteen deep, it’s me and gang, my posse
my ex b*tch tryna flex on me with that lil man but he is not me
all these hoes wan’ chew me up like bubblegum because i’m poppy
said i could come to his state, when i spin by, n0body shot me
got a big gun, but i’ll put it down and f*ck you up
how you mad your b*tch dm me when you knew that ho a sl*t?
i remember when i used to have them xans out in the cut
this one n*gga call me lil bro, put his gun up, lil bro what?
and i’m not flashy
told my b*tch just go get what you want
don’t gotta ask me
i just called my plug up for the drink
i told him “act me”
pull up, put red dots all on your body
just like some acne
obama phone, it really come in clutch
don’t try to track me

- lil keel

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