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Lil Keed – Hitman [Official Video] Lyrics
Intro
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
(Keed talk to ‘em)

Chorus
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off (Slimeball)
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off

Post-Chorus
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it’s sittin’ on the bottom of a 308 (Huh?)
I don’t really know how to ?, but you know I eat beef, I’ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to ‘em)
Verse 1
Yeah, I’m drippin’, I stunt on these motherfuckers
All this jewelry, I can’t hide from your baby mother
She a real headhunter, she eat the rubber
Tote my Cuban links on me, my neck is cluttered
Told my daughter, “Don’t worry, you know you covered”
She be jumpin’ on the bed with thе Fendi covers
I got rid of them boys who ain’t rеally love me
No, you can’t call ‘bout your fuckin’ money
Yeah, I’m too blessed for ‘em, so I went and got rich
I got the Rolls truck, yeah, the Cullinan
Yeah, when I feel like I can pee on the bitch
Yeah, they know I’m as hot as it get
I’m hot as a brick, came from the bricks
Yeah, if a rat nigga diss, then he get hit with that stick
It’ll be more than a war that you spit
Why these niggas be hatin’ on this shit?
They know I’m the top of the list
Yeah, I put the hood on my back, then went and took me a risk
Three-sixty-five, how many times a young nigga changed up the wrist?
Yeah, I can’t even count how many times you came right back to my dick (Okay, let’s go)

Chorus
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off (Slimeball)
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off
Post-Chorus
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it’s sittin’ on the bottom of a 308
I don’t really know how to ?, but you know I eat beef, I’ma kill an altercation (Keed, talk to ‘em)

Verse 2
No cap, I stunt on these motherfuckers (No kizzy)
Drop a 30 in a mall, I’m swishing buckets
F&Ns that’s I’m totin’, they’ll pin his cushion
And these slimes that I’m ‘round with, they’ll kill your buddy
Send my shooters ‘round me, I’ma real hustler
Michael Vick with my dawgs, it could get ugly
Two hundred thousand on bullets, man, fuck it
Put that fye in his mouth, tell ‘em suck it
It could be a face shot, yeah, these niggas want beef? (Let’s go) Yeah, it’s really nothin’ to talk ‘bout
Nun’ but slimes when I pop out
This YSL shit, ain’t nothin’ bigger
I’m makin’ one call, they get shot like a missile
I’m in the bank, with so many Ms
Young nigga with figures, they callin’ me Mister
They send a drop, then it’s dead doc
All my lil’ partner ‘nem serve raw
Yeah, came from ? road, I’m stuck in the back like the pedal
My folks ain’t doin’ no tellin’, yeah, shh, shh, yeah, they better
Yeah, big chopstick, yeah, F&N, nah, ain’t no Berettas (Woo, yeah)

Chorus
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off (Slimeball)
My hitman don’t take a day off
My hitman don’t take a day off
Post-Chorus
Yeah, the drum is a 808 and it’s sittin’ on the bottom of a 308
I don’t really know how to ?, but you know I eat beef, I’ma kill an altercation
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Lil Keed – How Many (feat. Offset) [Official Visualizer] Lyrics
How many? (How many?)
How many? (How many? How many?)
How many? (It’s a couple of ‘em)
How many? (It’s a lot of ‘em)
How many bitches I took? (How many bitches?)
How many times we blow on the strong and it was not kush?
So many times it done took me to change up my hair and my look
I still shook up the block, leave ‘em shook (Slatt)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Ooh)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Mop)
Yeah, I fuck her, she calling my government (Mop)
She calling my government (Bury the motherfucker)
She know that I’m having somebody ‘bout a sexual level
Bury the motherfucker (Keed talk to ‘em)

Girl, what you saying?
Taking right off in a G-ni-ni, I got a ho when I land
She chew on Percs and the Xans (Slatt)
My money gon’ keep on expanding, and they wonder why I’m never caring (Woah)
Yeah, my momma got a F&N
Shit, I told her make sure that she carry it (My momma)
Yeah, you know I go big every-time, they know they can’t [?] me
Come back to back in them black trucks
Yeah, Lil Gotit, yeah, he trailing me (Woah)
The hitters talking ‘bout they ain’t sparing me, I ain’t sparing you
The feeling is mutual (Tellin’ you)
Nigga, not scared of you (No kizzy)
Woah, came from the trap house (Trap)
Yeah, we was trapped out (Trap)
Then I got bigger, but she never cared
This shit illegal, I told her whenever you get done with your man, pull up on me, I wanna see you (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

How many? (How many?)
How many? (How many? How many?)
How many? (It’s a couple of ‘em)
How many? (It’s a lot of ‘em, yeah, yeah, slimeball)
How many bitches I took? (How many bitches?)
How many times we blow on the strong and it was not kush?
So many times it done took me to change up my hair and my look
I still shook up the block, leave ‘em shook (Slatt)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Ooh)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Mop)
Yeah, I fuck her, she calling my government (Mop)
She calling my government (Bury the motherfucker)
She know that I’m having somebody ‘bout a sexual level
Bury the motherfucker (Offset)

I’m having motion, just like the ocean (Motion)
I pop a G, I go roller-coasting
Keep my name out your teeth, or that chopper toast you
Richard Mille with the smiley face, like emoji (Smile)
Don’t be trusting these niggas, my mama told me (Hey)
I put karats on karats on diamond chokers (Karats)
Went and woke up this morning, and bought a rover
Outside white, inside look like a cup of mocha (Mocha)
Glock 40, it come with the jeans (Let’s go)
Double cup and it come with the lean
I don’t fuck with them boys on the other side
I been focused on leading my team (Hey)
Man, I still can’t believe that my brother died
Know it’s up, man, I’m just coming clean (Know it’s up)
Got it on, I was born with some wings (Got it on)
100 mill’, that’s a championship ring (100 mill’)
How many times you gon’ switch?
How many times you gon’ act like a bitch?
How many diamonds to cover your wrist?
How many times that your opps got hit?
How many? How many times?
How many times? Yeah, yeah (Hey)

How many? (How many?)
How many? (How many? How many?)
How many? (It’s a couple of ‘em)
How many? (It’s a lot of ‘em)
How many bitches I took? (How many bitches?)
How many times we blow on the strong and it was not kush?
So many times it done took me to change up my hair and my look
I still shook up the block, leave ‘em shook (Slatt)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Ooh)
She give me some head in the Cullinan (Mop)
Yeah, I fuck her, she calling my government (Mop)
She calling my government (Bury the motherfucker)
She know that I’m having somebody ‘bout a sexual level
Bury the motherfucker
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Lil Keed – All I Wanna Know (feat. Young Thug) [Official Visualizer] Lyrics

Safety locks came in the Benz like I’m a child
Young age adapted to the streets, I’m runnin’ wild
Now I don’t know how to be a duo or a front, baby
Backwood, I don’t know how to roll a blunt, baby
I don’t know how to ask you, “Do you want lunch?,” baby
But I know just how to get out and get me some, baby
Ashin’ all the blunts, drinkin’ Maybelline
Ashin’ all the blunts in the trophy
You gotta ask her how she know me if she know me
And ask her if she [?] my gold links

All I know how to do is make this cash talk to you
All I know how to do is make these bags walk to you
All I know, yeah, yeah, all I know
All a nigga know is get this shit by any means
All a nigga want is a bad bitch from Philippines
All I wanna do is stack this shit past me
All I wanna do is wrestle with my baddie
All I wanna know is if you gonna ride
All I wanna know is if you pickin’ sides
All I wanna know is if you see some taste in me
All I wanna know is would you catch it accurately?

All I wanna know is if you fallin’ for slimes
All I wanna know is if you fallin’ for slime
All I wanna know is if you rockin’ for mine
All I wanna know if you can take it from the spine
All I wanna know if you favorite it behind
All I wanna know is you ready to come climb

I hope you ready
I hope you ready, ready

I got a bad lil’ jawn, she wanna fuck me for fun
She like to fuck on a boss, she could get stuck at the loft
Coco Chanel, the wedges, Chanel the wedges
I don’t care if you present, my bitch is a present
I don’t care ‘bout your weapon, nah
I been cookin’ babies in the top, dawg
I’ma fuck your lady, might go raw dog
Round and white diamonds just like my scarf
She gon’ fuck my main mans, yeah, my dawg
She gon’ fuck a nigga just like it’s law
Pay respect just for the daughter, woo
I invest in all my broads, woo
I could get you gone, lil’ fluke
I don’t wanna call none, a [?]
I don’t wanna call, none [?] blues
One call, I can have it fall on you

Yeah, and I just wanna know if you down for me (Down for me)
If it ever came down to it, would you fold on me?
Throw these bands back and forth, monkey in the middle
Come here, girl, feel the breeze, I chop the ceilin’ (Woo)
Yeah, go to Benihanas, I stuff her so they can feel it now (They can feel it)
No, I ain’t got time to wrestle, Smith & Weston gon’ finish him
Neck full of chains and they tennis, know it’s like ten of ‘em (Gold chains)
Right through his presidential, it’s tinted, you can’t see it now
(Keed talk to ‘em)
Come on girl, ride with me
I lead you on, come on, follow me
Nah, lately I’m on, I know you proud of me (Proud of me)
Cartier frames, you can’t see what I see

All I wanna know is if you fallin’ for slimes
All I wanna know is if you fallin’ for slime
All I wanna know is if you rockin’ for mine
All I wanna know if you can take it from the spine
All I wanna know if you favorite it behind
All I wanna know is you ready to come climb

I hope you ready
I hope you ready, ready

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Lil Keed – SRT (feat. Lil Gotit) [Official Visualizer] Lyrics
Yeah
You know it’s the fuckin’ pope, man

Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate (Boom, talk to ‘em, what else?)
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate

Don’t wanna fuck, I just catch the face
Diamonds, they froze on my Chrome Heart today
Chrome Heart the jeans, Cartier face
Cartier glasses, they black, Ace of Spades
These niggas roaches, so they spray like raid
You pussies smellin’ [?] shit, y’all niggas straight
We comin’ from the back, got slatts in the place
Come in from the front, y’all getting laid
I can’t even come without [?], Cullinan
Ride with that stick in a Gucci cardigan
I pull your card like I’m playin’ skins
Keep it player ‘cause I’m real within
These niggas tryna keep me boxed in
They know I’m pullin’ strings like violin
Swear to God ‘cause I’m gonna sin
Mama know that I was just playin’ with ‘em (Woo, talk to ‘em)

Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate
Geek it up and watch the SRT skate

I don’t wanna fuck, I just want the face
Diamonds, they hittin’ on my Chrome Heart today
Catch ‘em, we step em, can’t see other way
Doggin’ the cat then go skate in a wraith
Get outta line, we take you outta play
I’m just vibin’, got hoes outta state
Carat cut diamonds, they look like some flakes
SRT Hellcat truck, yeah, for the B-day
Sit down, these diamonds, I bet they won’t play
Pick it up and watch it take off your face
Geek up the Urus, can’t challenge this race
The drop, that’s a body, man, it’s up any day

Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate
Pick it up and watch the SRT skate

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