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letra de we stay lit remix - keggie

-unknown producer tag-

[verse 1: j raider]
we stay lit
never quit just gotta [?]
yo girl ugly, just face it
new slingshot, boutta race it
bought my yacht
hit the bank shot
put you in a dreadnought
hit that dropshot
i know my flow hot
tackle you like ronny lott
know i’m coming for a lot
like carti, whole lotta red
knock you dead
i’m coming for your head
and i’ll lay you in bed
but you not waking up
whole team boutta blow up
2021 we going up
boy, please don’t interrupt
we boutta erupt
we going up
-unknown producer tag-

[verse 2: keggie]
like, i don’t know who the f-ck you think you are (like, who are you?)
i been blasting yo sh-t on every single bar (every single bar)
yeah, b-tch, imma be a superstar (superstar)
smoking that fat cigar
while your ass is still gonna be sleeping in your f-cking car
you’re also about to be a non-binary, crying about the names of stars
and, me saying that now, you’re already crying
and i got a fancy ass car, and i’m not even driving (skrrt)
yeah, you know i keep my squad up to date, so we can always stay styling
man, there’s so much sh-t coming up on the horizon (yessir)
man, i’m bout to be hawaiian
sunburnt as f-ck, but still thriving
man, there’s just something about roasting you that’s so satisfying (so good)
your sh-t’s declining, my sh-t’s causing an uprising
yo sh-t wasn’t hacked at 2k, you’re just dying (dying)
yeah, and these private jets i stay flying
and you’re so broke and you got your momma crying
yeah, gucci and louie be the only things that i’m buying (cha-ching)
yeah b-tch, i stay climbing
yeah, imma reach the top, where the sun’s shining
and you’re watching my sh-t like a drive-in
if you start talking again, i’ll knock your ass in the chin and send your ass to berlin
in a plastic bag you’ll be squirming and i’ll drop you off and you don’t even know f-cking german (b-tch)
[verse 3: roadk!ll/horus555]
wildcard, lil 13blades had to hop on this beat, b-tch
-unknown producer tag-
b-tch in the morgue, got shot in his face
gripping a drac, pumping a fake
rollin’, i’m wit it, i’m pulling my weight
sipping a drank, yo homie got laced
drugs on the table and glock on my waist
gripping a shotty, i blow out your brains
go eat the grass, yo ass is a snake
like i’m o-dog, b-tch give me the tape
we running and gunning, we ain’t bout to wait
muhf-ckas copy, they hop on my wave
speeding around, ain’t clutching a brake
my style is clean, i drip like a lake
since elementary, been a head-case
stacking my paper, ain’t taking a break
only headshots, we making em ache
j raider and keggie, we move like a plague
c-cking it back, the nine boutta split
f-ckboy, he shaking, we busting his sh-t
caught him at church, the glock boutta spit
blade on my waist, your throat’ll get slit
yo b-tch a hoe, she swallow my kids
wardogs on me, yo ass’ll get bit
100 round gunning, i’m straight from the pit
gold around me like i was jit
free my dawg nate, we pulling them l!cks
choppas are ringing and they got a kick
pull up with a blade, hop out with a stick
yo ass ain’t wit it, ain’t flipping them bricks
hitting yo liver, i’m making you sick
run up my bands, and run em up quick
j raider and keggie you know we stay lit, lil b-tch

- keggie

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