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letra de no keys - diamond street keem

[intro]
(swaggyono)
444
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
strikers in the trenches we in srts
lil bro got a track hawk he ain’t even got the keys
he barely know how to drive, been bending for a week
yeah, yeah
he tryna catch a head before he go to sleep, okay
i was really in that bando i ain’t really get no sleep
my uncle showed me the trap route i was just a teen
married to the streets without a wedding ring
she got a man, she gave me top, no we ain’t got no strings

[verse]
brodie got more than four rings he feel like lebron james
i was on that block every single day, tryna make my ends
i talk to god and i ask him, can you wash away fake friends
i talk to god and i tell him i’m good, can he just protect my fam
broski think he mad max
diss get turned to a hashtag
mini drake in a backpack
n-ggas better duck like aflac
what’s on his head that’s real racks
she a city girl, she want me real bad
all the pretty girls love me, i love them back
i got four bad b-tches in the cullinan
ice out the pendant, she asked me to wear it, i’m f-cking her in it
if i touch her once i’ma boss up her image
i feel like thugga you want it you get it
louis accessories all over the bentley
i push a b-tton to start up the engine
i cut her off if she actin’ too friendly
i cut her off if she actin’ too friendly, i cut her off
when i look around, i see all foes in this b-tch
k!llers, robbers, drug dealers, its a movie, we ain’t takin’ pics
lil ape you broke my heart when you turned yourself in
you’ll be home real soon, we all know you innocent
i watched my brother leave, that’s when i knew this sh-t was real
in the trenches it get dark, keep your pipe, you wanna live
hoppin out cars a sport in the trenches, you don’t know how this feel
in the streets, it ain’t no love, think about it, get me chills
[chorus]
strikers in the trenches we in srts
lil bro got a track hawk he ain’t even got the keys
he barely know how to drive, been bending for a week
yeah, yeah
he tryna catch a head before he go to sleep, okay
i was really in that bando i ain’t really get no sleep
my uncle showed me the trap route i was just a teen
married to the streets without a wedding ring
she got a man, she gave me top, no we ain’t got no strings
that is not my b-tch

- diamond street keem

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