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letra de kele on the beat - jace!

[intro]
rrr, rrr, ayy, b-tch
real murda worth sh-t, i’m talkin ’bout
kele on the beat, that’s all that i need
b-tch, ahh, b-tch, ahh

[chorus]
kele on the beat, that’s all that i need
i do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (b-tch)
she be on plenty xans, don’t use no hands, you f-ckin’ me
b-tch, all my friends are dead, don’t got no friends, i keep it bleak
b-tch, i spin through, tote’ my heat
b-tch, i be at yo’ house, when i creep
and my money long, look like a [?]
f-cked up, gotta’ get on my deen
and i’m smokin’ on opp, be the tree-tree
girl, you know i just do what i need

[verse]
hopped that car, then i spin like a cd
girl, you know i be rollin’ three-deep
f-ckin’ up, gotta’ get on my deen
i don’t get on my deen, it ain’t lookin’ up for me
spin through, and i slide with the heat
i’ma keep it discreet, n-ggas ain’t gonna f-ck with me
bad b-tch but her name is dominique
she be with the opps, who wants to shots to me
f-ck n-ggas be talkin’ bout droppin’ me
they talk ’bout poppin’ me, it’s “f-ck you,” honestly
so high, i might be where a comet be
f-ck the internet, f-ck what the comments be
i got a bad b-tch suckin’ me constantly
spend the money, gettin’ paper like constable
too high, b-tch, i’m inaudible
it’s me and kele, smoke, back on the auction too
brand new gun, i ain’t boxin’ you
my b-tch bad, she won’t talk to you
don’t get bro mad, makin’ him hate you
30 in jail, won’t quit the ‘k too
i know how it is brudda’, i can’t blame you
lil’ d locked up, even j too
you a b-tch with a gun, don’t make me j you
lil’ b-tch don’t make me cake you
if [?] friends gone, what would they do
if you ain’t goin’ on, what would you do
he flexin’ that weak, we can see what to shoot through
[?]
i ain’t get yo’ n-gga whacked on youtube
bro, i get yo’ n-gga whacked with voodoo
beef ain’t real, n-ggas do it for youtube
slide through, you can see what [?] do
n-ggas waste my time, i won’t shoot you
just stay in yo’ lane when it’s you too
[chorus]
b-tch, i got kele on the beat, that’s all that i need
i do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (b-tch)
she be on plenty xans, don’t use no hands, you f-ckin’ me
b-tch, all my friends are dead, don’t got no friends, i keep it bleak
b-tch, i spin through, tote’ my heat
b-tch, i be at yo’ house, when i creep
and my money long, look like a [?]
f-cked up, gotta’ get on my deen
and i’m smokin’ on opp, be the tree-tree
girl, you know i just do what i need

- jace

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