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Keepin' It Real Lyrics - Artist : SpaceMan Zack
I wanted the belt
I wanted the payroll, baby I love how it feels She do what I say so, baby I'm keepin' it real I work with no days off, baby Now I shed a tear If I'm in the Saint Laurent, baby Now watch your back, watch how I play, money it fill up the bank Shawty drop to her knees, she want my kids all in her face, yeah Gucci all on my jeans Louis all on my belt Bag come from the Saint God knows I need help Blow a couple racks for the fit Diamonds dancin' throwin' a fit Kill myself just so I can make it here and now you mothafuckas ain't shit Now my money longer than the anaconda Bitch I blow it all like I don't really want it I've been killin' rappers like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer Fuck I'll kill myself like I'ma kamikaze I don't give a fuck till I get the money I've been runnin' up like this shit isn't funny Dropped a couple songs and they all it a 100 Drop a couple more and milli's started coming Yeah, one milli really wasn't nothin' Two milli and I'm up and comin' Three milli and they on my dick, now I'm blowin' up think I started somethin' I wanted the belt I wanted the payroll, baby I love how it feels She do what I say so, baby I'm keepin' it real I work with no days off, baby Now I shed a tear If I'm in the Saint Laurent baby Now watch your back, watch how I play, money it fill up the bank Shawty drop to her knees, she want my kids all in her face, yeah Gucci all on my jeans Louis all on my belt Bag come from the Saint God knows I need help |
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