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LIL KEKE lyrics : "Stop Bullshitt'n"

(feat. Big Hawk, Big Pokey, Garcia)

[talking:]

Damn hear it baby, rep it
Can't fold, yeah uh-huh yeah
Yeah ok, what a ^!$$% would say

If you ain't feeling this, you ain't touching it right

[Big Pokey:]

Speed coat one week, next week chinchillas
Speed boat one day, next day three wheeler
A ^!$$% don't play, and I'm all about my pay

Until I get it that way, I'ma be a gorilla
I put pistols in ^!$$%z pillows, and change they mind
Make ^!$$%z feel it for real, when they playing with mine

Ain't no sense in playing around, nothing $$# ^!$$%z
Weighing you down, check em off ^!$$% stay on your grind
Ask God for signs, and follow the guidelines

Sometime, you gotta set your pride on the sidelines
Strapped in the field, one shot one kill
One drop one live, say something gotta give

Lot of ^!$$%z be hating, but don't know what it is
Keep your eyes on the prize, and a extra pair of ears
If a ^!$$% square it off, then you gotta tear him off

Crock bull bloodline, I roll like ouijas

[Hook:]

Stop bull%#@!ting with life, and pick up the pace
$#&@ bill money dog, I'm trying to fill up a safe
I started from the ground, and I'm coming for my crown

^!$$%z wanna see me down, give a ^!$$% some space
I go hard, round for round ^!$$%z can get it
In the yard, pound for pound ^!$$% we hit it

Six digits, we spending that at the lot
That's what it's all about, paper chasing


[Lil' Keke:]
Earth wind fire, is what I breathe
And receive in my lungs, I'm leaving the world sprung

I'm the Young Don, the streets turned me rotten
I ain't never had nothing, I surface straight from the bottom
You claim you a man, then ^!$$% time to show it

If the fam on the line, then ^!$$% I'd die for it
Concrete soldier, rocks and gate jumping
28 young, I'm still looking for some'ing

It's dirt plus work, when I'm rolling lonely
The 4-5 @@#!ed, and my son is hungry
I stand up and slice the turkey, on Thanksgiving

I'm a entertainer, I show out for a living
In the booth with the truth, I be constant spitting
Ain't no lying to myself, I know when I'm bull%#@!ting

Miss me, cause I'll smash on a hater
Out the do' on a go, I'm running after my paper


[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.:]

It's either get money, or be broke with no hope
Strung out on dope, with no way to cope
See us black folks, are so materialistic

Looking good but broke, with no way to fix it
Let's be realistic, and look at statistics
Without no do', we can't make no business

See I wanna be the richest, cause I came from nothing
I'm a greedy mother$#&@er, you could say I'm a glutting
$#&@ bill money, I'm trying to get real money

Real money, that major deal money
That house, on a hill money
Put some food in my son's tummy, cause that's all that he wants from me

And what he want, he sho' gon get
Cause my daddy didn't give me %#@!, %#@!
Life's a (*##$, and then you're gone

So while you here get your hustle on, get your hustle on

[Hook]

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