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Gucci Mane

"Keys"

[Verse One: Deniro Farrar]
My n*gga, I don't do push-ups, just pick-ups and drop-offs
With a bad b*tch, getting topped off, you try me and get knocked off
For a whole brick of that white soft, get outlined in that white chalk
Two bowls of loud for the Randy Moss, my n*ggas shoot, they don't never talk
Jays run up to the car when I pull up, n*gga
??? I cook up, n*gga
f*ck naw, ain't no hook up, n*gga
AK got your block shook up, n*gga
Yo' b*tch on my meat, she gave me her door key
Only known me for one week, now that's where my work be

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Full of bad b*tches, y'all n*ggas and G's
My enemies be on my di*k, they look like groupies to me
My bad, that's your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?
We ain't dated a week but still she gave me a key

[Verse Two: Gucci Mane]
I seen your homeboy picture, man, a gram of the three
I told him count them bands up, I gotta sell me a key
And even though you see me MTV Jam of the Week
I got the stupid and rich game a n*gga ever done seen
I got the kangaroo money, bout to jump off my jeans
I call a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my timbs
NBA money, n*gga, this just one of my rings
You say your n*gga gettin' money, that ain't no money to me

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Nacho Picasso]
Hopped up out the coffin, gold fangs like I'm Blackula
Poked my b*tch in the back and told her work the spatula
Then I took a p*ss, I have farted, I have flatulence
I be f*cking all these hoes, I don't practice abstinence
Ask your friend, I'm masculine, the boppers keep on hasslin'
I'm Mexican on mescaline, stressin' him, crescent kid
Pedestrians be steppin' in cause I don't look that threatenin'
Baby-faced assassin, I throw tantrums, I be flashin'
I get high 'fore I get dressed, does that mean that I'm high fashion?
Self-esteem high, I be high when I be braggin'
Breathin' like a dragon, beat him, leave him where he standin'
Sniff that white, Susan Sarandon or that young Dakota Fanning

[Hook]

[Verse Four: Mack Shine]
I been guappin' off this coca so I'm choppin' up this yola
If somebody try to take it then it's "Dame me pistola"
I'm a rocker and a roller, there'll be problems when we show up
We don't talk much we just blow up (we don't talk much we just blow up)
Everybody 'round here know us for the way we keep it P
Me and Nacho P be flavin', extra wavy in the sea
Your homegirls won't give it up cause they gon' save that sh*t for me
To sum it up your motherf*ckers is as basic as can be
I don't care she with you tonight, the next day she'll be with me
And you really should be payin' me, this game here isn't free
You gon' say that sh*t to her, why don't you say that sh*t to me
Just know I got them good hands from all this playing this key, boy

[Hook]

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