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lirik lagu a.b. money - keep feeding me

(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me
(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me
(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me

i got more rhymes than bricks in the p’s
can’t count them, you know that i spot them
first, i uplift and then i drop them
caught them slippin, what a gift i got them

i want you to recognize for the recognition
you can do better guys get your lettuce guys
instead, it’s a head of lies
and a head of lies is a chick who gives head to several guys

i had to get my sh~t right, i had to get my sh~t started
self~made, self~paid, self~served, in this industry
platinum, plaque, artist, straight from the projects

f~ck a selfie, y’all n~ggas are minute maid lemonade
i’m in glaze, stuck on a bigger stage
a slave to a bigger trade
feelin dazed, you should feel amazed
you should feel ashamed
chorus
as i sit down and write this music
on the real, i can’t f~ck with y’all
what i write is just so exclusive
on the real, i can’t f~ck with y’all
let the cameras roll already
check my repertoire (i’m ready)
f~cking with a man (i’m deadly)
come test the boy (i’m ready)

see i told you n~ggas that you ain’t saying nothin
i’m nate dog mixed with david ruffin
i still rolla, original dutches
you’re bluffing
i don’t really feel them
k!llem, outspoken like wendy williams

the f~ckin relevant intelligent
november 11th i’m a veteran
stop askin why dave smile all the time
ashy to classy, you’ll smile all the time

the same reason why they say, i rhyme all the time
it’s like i blew up like stepped on a land mine
and i’m just getting started
first rapper~singer artist, whatever you call it
i don’t get involved with politics or the market
you al sharpton, sharpton

you know we got the doo~bop sound
round for round, let up two shots for 2pac now
temptation, you know that i’m 2pac bound
just face it, you know that i’m too hot now

your crew’s wack or trapped up in a hurdle
i heard you’re a rat and you hang with n~gga turtles
your premature flows need someone to burb you
give birth to original styles
rappin is fundamental, for your mental
teach you the fundamentals, on instrumentals (get it!)

chorus
as i sit down and write this music
on the real, i can’t f~ck with y’all
what i write is just so exclusive
on the real, i can’t f~ck with y’all
let the cameras roll already
check my repertoire (i’m ready)
f~cking with a man (i’m deadly)
come test the boy (i’m ready)
(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me
(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me
(whoooo la la la)
keep feeding me, keep feeding me, keeping feeding me

- lirik lagu a b money

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