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Summerschild - Keys to the City Lyrics



Summerschild - Keys to the City Lyrics
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[ Featuring Nevajam ]

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Have my Queens niggas cooling right outside your door
5 6 girl you better hold your lips
Unless you rubbing me down oiling me up giving me sloppy spits
Smoke so much that it hurt my ribs
Word to my unborn kids
Don't matter if you get the bag you a lame
It don't matter who the f*ck you is
Hoping I blow so I don't need a lid
Niggas raps really mid
Only smoke is you with cigs
I don't get caught up with politics
Stirring the pot with a lot of shit
Brodie Jam never jam so you know it's a lot of hits
Smoking on designer my connect get me the finest shit
Get so high think I can fly be in the sky like a pilot and shit
But a nigga down to earth
Soon as I see Ron I'm stomping that nigga face up in the dirt
Better watch your head or a brick might find it first
Leaving blood on designer shirts
Any of you lames could get it first
Oh that's your BM we snatching her purse
Just know that he getting it worse
Oshae that nigga's a bitch
RPT done beat him out his kicks
Najee you a bitch
You mad cause I'm f*cking your bitch
Dead opps in the air and shit
Moms crying I got knocks and shit
Gang put niggas on posters and shit
Bro gonna click until it's over and shit
We gonna slide in a rover and shit
All this shit from my heart and shit
You can't tear me and my brothers apart
Brand new glock you can't tear us apart
I got the keys to the city
No Meek Milly my ooter from Philly
Bad bitches with big titties
Me and Gotti we running the city
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1 2 3 and 4
Have my Queens niggas cooling right outside your door
5 6 girl you better hold your lips
Unless you rubbing me down oiling me up giving me sloppy spits
Smoke so much that it hurt my ribs
Word to my unborn kids
Don't matter if you get the bag you a lame
It don't matter who the f*ck you is
Hoping I blow so I don't need a lid
Niggas raps really mid
Only smoke is you with cigs
I don't get caught up with politics
Stirring the pot with a lot of shit
Brodie Jam never jam so you know it's a lot of hits
Smoking on designer my connect get me the finest shit
Get so high think I can fly be in the sky like a pilot and shit
But a nigga down to earth
Soon as I see Ron I'm stomping that nigga face up in the dirt
Better watch your head or a brick might find it first
Leaving blood on designer shirts
Any of you lames could get it first
Oh that's your BM we snatching her purse
Just know that he getting it worse
Oshae that nigga's a bitch
RPT done beat him out his kicks
Najee you a bitch
You mad cause I'm f*cking your bitch
Dead opps in the air and shit
Moms crying I got knocks and shit
Gang put niggas on posters and shit
Bro gonna click until it's over and shit
We gonna slide in a rover and shit
All this shit from my heart and shit
You can't tear me and my brothers apart
Brand new glock you can't tear us apart
I got the keys to the city
No Meek Milly my ooter from Philly
Bad bitches with big titties
Me and Gotti we running the city
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Writer: John Barnett, Jumar Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Summerschild
Featuring: Nevajam
Length: 2:13
Written by: John Barnett, Jumar Brown

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