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Enemie$ Video (MV)




Performed By: Keek the Cook
Length: 3:29
Written by: Malik Contee




Keek the Cook - Enemie$ Lyrics




I got enemies
I just smoke
A Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
I just smashed
My bitch
Then
Blew
Hella gs
(Racks)(yuh)
I got enemies
He know
I hang
With MB
So he
Can't close
To me

I got enemies
I just smoke
A Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
Keep a 40 with a drum
So you can't get close to me
Got a bitxh Bitch
Cocaine white
She Do the most for me
First She whip my work
Then she bag it grocery
Need a bag
Need a Check
Gotta flex
She hit my phone
I don't answer
She upset
We link up
Passenger seat
She given Neck
Move her to the bedroom
Now her pussy wet
She want me to f*ck her
With chains on
So I f*cked her with
$1000 rangs on
Rachel ray be her fav song
I break her back. Then I'm skating off
We got the hard
We got the soft
I pop a perk
Now I'm lost
Lost all in the sauce
Keek the cook young boss
I got grillz and they shining
Shawty said she love me
She lieing
I dropped her off
Now she crying
I got the heart of lion
I chill with gorillas and lions
My niggas they killin they wilding

I got enemies
I just smoke
Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
I just smashed
My bitch
Then
Blew
Hella gs
I got enemies
He know
I hang
With MB
So he
Can't close
To me
I got enemies
I just smoke
Blunt

N
Forget
My
Mini me's

Henny and some sluts
The chief he bouta bust a nut
She don't give f*ck
She bool with gang
She throw it up

HBO yo hoe
She tryna make
A movie
Her nigga talkin crazy
We got clips
Let's shoot a movie
Perky an lean got me trippin
New Gucci coat got me drippin
Different narcotics we flipping
I'm shitting
O n the game
They just pussin
You turned you head
Now Shawty missin
You turned your head now she missin
I let her top me
No kissin
These niggas is buggin
My niggas thuggin
We Shoot f*ck nigga
In public
Culinary my favorite subject

She hate
When I pop pills
But i love it
Perky and henny got plenty
Yes I do thumb thru the 20s
We talkin haters I got many
Got side bitch name penny
John gotti my mood

Your nigga
He a lame, he a tool

I treat the cash
Like it's food
I gotta eat
What's your mood
I don't be f*cking with broke bitches
I don't be f*cking with broke niggas
I get the cash then i boast
I Run this shit coast to coast
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I got enemies
I just smoke
A Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
I just smashed
My bitch
Then
Blew
Hella gs
(Racks)(yuh)
I got enemies
He know
I hang
With MB
So he
Can't close
To me

I got enemies
I just smoke
A Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
Keep a 40 with a drum
So you can't get close to me
Got a bitxh Bitch
Cocaine white
She Do the most for me
First She whip my work
Then she bag it grocery
Need a bag
Need a Check
Gotta flex
She hit my phone
I don't answer
She upset
We link up
Passenger seat
She given Neck
Move her to the bedroom
Now her pussy wet
She want me to f*ck her
With chains on
So I f*cked her with
$1000 rangs on
Rachel ray be her fav song
I break her back. Then I'm skating off
We got the hard
We got the soft
I pop a perk
Now I'm lost
Lost all in the sauce
Keek the cook young boss
I got grillz and they shining
Shawty said she love me
She lieing
I dropped her off
Now she crying
I got the heart of lion
I chill with gorillas and lions
My niggas they killin they wilding

I got enemies
I just smoke
Blunt
N
Forget
My
Mini me's

I got enemies
I just smashed
My bitch
Then
Blew
Hella gs
I got enemies
He know
I hang
With MB
So he
Can't close
To me
I got enemies
I just smoke
Blunt

N
Forget
My
Mini me's

Henny and some sluts
The chief he bouta bust a nut
She don't give f*ck
She bool with gang
She throw it up

HBO yo hoe
She tryna make
A movie
Her nigga talkin crazy
We got clips
Let's shoot a movie
Perky an lean got me trippin
New Gucci coat got me drippin
Different narcotics we flipping
I'm shitting
O n the game
They just pussin
You turned you head
Now Shawty missin
You turned your head now she missin
I let her top me
No kissin
These niggas is buggin
My niggas thuggin
We Shoot f*ck nigga
In public
Culinary my favorite subject

She hate
When I pop pills
But i love it
Perky and henny got plenty
Yes I do thumb thru the 20s
We talkin haters I got many
Got side bitch name penny
John gotti my mood

Your nigga
He a lame, he a tool

I treat the cash
Like it's food
I gotta eat
What's your mood
I don't be f*cking with broke bitches
I don't be f*cking with broke niggas
I get the cash then i boast
I Run this shit coast to coast
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Writer: Malik Contee
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