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lirik lagu young thug - keep it leave it

[intro]
hey! say!
metro, thuggin’, buggin’
you not comin’, boy you bluffin’
ha! bah!
metro boomin want some more n-gga
hey!

[hook]
i became a rich n-gga (i became a rich)
you became a b-tch n-gga (you became a b-tch)
pull up, pull up and get hit n-gga (gah gah hey!)
hey, 300 thugga with the sh-ts n-gga (300!)
but i ain’t even bome for this (what you come for?)
i keep it stored so don’t come for this (main b-tch)
i press for tax like i’m thumbing sh-t (woah)
i bought an audi for my mom and sh-t (bih bih)

[post-hook]
hey, she want me to stay in and come in it
hey, me and metro makin’ it dumb and sh-t
hey, both of our wrists costin’ a ton of bricks
hey, we trampoline n-gga, jumpin’ sh-t
hey, we sip codeine, n-gga, leanin’ it
hoes, they want us bad, yeah, we fiending cliques
ha, got choppa boys, n-gga, mean in it
don’t say nun’ tuff if you not meanin’ it
my d-ck a window, b-tches lean in it
i play for keeps, but i’m not keeping it
i got her pregnant, and she keepin’ it
i f-cked her friend, and now she heated
she put it down so it’s a secret
tell them strippin’ b-tches don’t miss your blessin’

[verse 1]
metro! i swear to god bro, i would k!ll for ya
metro! i swear get higher than a lear for ya
metrooooo!
i cook that white like britney spears for ya
i pop his bubble like a beer for ya
your birthday, turn to a leader, bring them cheers for ya
everybody that you can’t stand, i get a chair for ya
i swear to god, i cry a tear for ya
i’mma pull up wit’ bald p-ssy, yeah, nair for ya
and she don’t want nothin’ but a check
everything you steal i’mma clear for ya
suck that d-ck til you get a broke neck
i’m the real black kimbo, all my foes said
buy her ysl and now she loaded (sliiiiime)
i’m a real pro, n-gga, no test
hey, i’m focused in a focus

[hook]
i became a rich n-gga
you became a b-tch n-gga
pull up, pull up and get hit n-gga
hey, 300 thugga with the sh-ts n-gga
but i ain’t even born for this
i keep it stored so don’t come for this
i press for tax like i’m thumbing sh-t
i bought an audi for my mom and sh-t

[bridge]
i’m a man, you a lil bitty boy
don’t look at my pants, every one em’ worth a buck
you look in the sky, b-tch, i’m one of those stars
took a look back, yeah, all of them my boys
twenty escalades and ain’t none of them cost
twenty ace of spades got me lookin’ like the boss
i don’t wanna play unless i’ma do a bar
ridin’ with my blood, they piru, oh boy

[verse 2]
when i see yo’ b-tch i say “i wanna take a pic witchya”
n-gga rich, talk a whole lotta sh-t so i had to name my son richard
but i might pull a b-tch swaggin’ like a popstar
no j but i’m a rockstar
first plug was a rasta
foreign, juuged up on a brand new maserati
pulled up to follies with a b-tch she was a hottie
i’m the real ca$h out you other n-ggas stop it
f-ck around with kiesha i got birds, i’m with keke, ya digg?
first off you can’t see me so how could you be me? i digg
ya digg? cop a new coupe and pull up on ya kid (skrt!)
ya digg? how you know metro thuggin’ in yo b-tch? i digg
one ring, don’t answer, bye b-tch
arrogant son of a b-tch
church flow, son of a witch

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