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Keep The Amount Video (MV)




Performed By: Young$tunnaWrld
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Marice Harris




Young$tunnaWrld - Keep The Amount Lyrics
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I trap out the house I keep me the cash I keep the amount
You talkin' that shit you not really about You can't trust no one you keep the amount
Most of my niggas really from the south You talkin' that shit see what you about
Your bitch will f*ck on a nigga for clout After we done I had to go kick her out
Every time I go north that shit go to south She sayin' my name bitch you better shout
These niggas be snitches they runnin' they mouth They'll do anything for my damn attention
You Better be lucky you not in town because this K got rounds we gonna run up in your house like FBI Shit ain't goin' to plan
I'ma buy my mama a bands keep the K like I'm in the clan
And the K keep speaking its of stuttering again
Just know when it's a speech impediment
I keep me J for a mothaf*ckin Jet I keep me a E because I'm mothaf*ckin exotic I had to get me a n because nigga you next I had to spell out Jen
Haha that bitch is a hoe and a mothaf*ckin trick if you step at my door you better just knock I keep me a choppa that lit up your block gotta get me a gun that's gonna knock you off your top gotta get me a thot that's gonna suck me out my rock I might get a Jamaican beam on the glock I'm in the city I'm a just milli rock
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I hop out the porch
All of the bitch's they swarm Bitch I'm at your door
You whore I could've expose you for
You knocked
On
My
Door
You said you needed help But the whole time you didn't needed help But you was gonna help yourself
Then I was left like
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I trap out the house I keep me the cash I keep the amount
You talkin' that shit you not really about You can't trust no one you keep the amount
Most of my niggas really from the south You talkin' that shit see what you about
Your bitch will f*ck on a nigga for clout After we done I had to go kick her out
Every time I go north that shit go to south She sayin' my name bitch you better shout
These niggas be snitches they runnin' they mouth They'll do anything for my damn attention
You Better be lucky you not in town because this K got rounds we gonna run up in your house like FBI Shit ain't goin' to plan
I'ma buy my mama a bands keep the K like I'm in the clan
And the K keep speaking its of stuttering again
Just know when it's a speech impediment
I keep me J for a mothaf*ckin Jet I keep me a E because I'm mothaf*ckin exotic I had to get me a n because nigga you next I had to spell out Jen
Haha that bitch is a hoe and a mothaf*ckin trick if you step at my door you better just knock I keep me a choppa that lit up your block gotta get me a gun that's gonna knock you off your top gotta get me a thot that's gonna suck me out my rock I might get a Jamaican beam on the glock I'm in the city I'm a just milli rock
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I hop out the porch
All of the bitch's they swarm Bitch I'm at your door
You whore I could've expose you for
You knocked
On
My
Door
You said you needed help But the whole time you didn't needed help But you was gonna help yourself
Then I was left like
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Writer: Marice Harris
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