Keep It P ft. Li Cincoo Lyrics

Through these Cartiers, I see haters and pocket

Watchers, I know they'll never do nothing cause they

Won't get it off me, slim, thick bitch, brown bad

Looking like some coffee

Gave her dope dick, now all she wanna do is stalk me

I'm tweaking off these drugs and I'm ready to crash out

Feinin' for a body, I don't care bout the amount

I watch her suck it sloppy, put the whole dick in her mouth

I'm at the hotel lobby waiting for you to come out

Glocks with switching fully loaded, keep em with me

Told her play it cool bitch, keep it pretty

Riding in a Rover, cruising through the city

Me and my niggas gonna spin till we dizzy

Mind control, I fuck her till her mind is gone

She said she love me, Diamonds froze

I need a coat, I'm blowing smoke from out my lungs

Watch her lick balls to the tip, I see my dog turn to a snitch

You can't trust nobody, these days I made a 20 and I spent it all

You need power if you wanna be a boss

You get knocked down and you learn from your losses

A nigga step to me, then I'ma cross him off

Dip and dodge the law, nodding off the drugs

Ha, yeah, ha, ha, ha, got some bad vibes with me

Tequila and the Henny, we gon' drink it till it's empty

Throw my money up, cause the bitch is showing titties

Racks on racks like Nipsey, thought I told you I want it all

If I'm feeling sleepy, I pop an Adderall

She was fucking up my motion, I had to cut her off

Told her hit the road, said she had to go

Niggas don't want static; they be pillow talking

Fuck her with no mattress, means we on the floor

Made her orgasm, back shots with the thumb

Turned into an athlete, had that lil' hoe running

Hit a nigga with the mac 10, have him somersaulting

I had the lil' hoe running, dick deep in her stomach

She can't do no running, uh-uh, don't do no running

These percs, yeah, they fuck my stomach up

Think bout bands, run this money up,

I don't get no sleep insomnia

She a freak, come suck me up

These niggas be hating, I can't, I can't relate to that shit

Three, five nigga I'ma face in that shit

Just fucking no relations, and shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It don't make no sense, yeah

She's a perfect ten, yeah, yeah

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