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letra de keep up - mowgs

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
where i’m from, they catch you slippin’ at the green lights
[?] cah it gets sticky over these sides (true)
my n-gga told me “mo, slow down, you’re blowin’ up”
same time i’m in the c house just growin’ buds (growin’ buds)
i need a hundred pounds, not sterling
i’m talking ’bout the loud cah you know we get them birds in
my n-gga puttin’ in work and he’s on licence
same time the pounds are from cali, man, he’s direct
she told me that she’s sure (what?)
she told me that before (yeah)
[?] get money ‘fore you phone me just to score (haha)
ten bags was the dreams (yeah)
ten bags in our jeans (what?)
ten bags off of fiends (yeah)
ten bags off of green (you know)
came a long way from givin’ kittys run down
trappin’ in my airmax, i did it till run down (i did)
i’ve been ot for somethin’ like a month now
trap hard, push b, you know we’re lockin’ cunch down (true)

[chorus]
g’d up, packs gettin’ beat up (pew, pew, pew)
i’ve been chillin’, callin’ shots with my feet up (yeah)
keep up, tell them man there keep up
tyson fury, them packs, they’re gettin’ beat up
g’d up, packs gettin’ beat up (yeah)
i’ve been chillin’, callin’ shots with my feet up (feet up)
keep up, tell them man to keep up (ayy, keep up man, keep up)
tyson fury, them packs, they’re gettin’ beat up
[verse 2]
stick match the drip (what?)
drip match the whip
everything foreign when i’m talkin’ ’bout them bricks (haha)
whole 36, shall i break it into z’s or fly cunch for a month and put the whole thing in pebs? (yeah)
my phone, that’s a russian and my stick holds russians (yeah)
can’t tell me nothing, only miles that they’re runnin’
and this ain’t new stacks, nah, this some old dough
yeah, i’m still up in the bits, check the postcode
free my n-gga cody, shootin’ like the photos
still up in the base, whippin’ yay, sellin’ coco (whip, whip)
pressure, burst pipes (yeah), trappin’ all night
i done run to the scrum, watch it come back right
i got packs on the plane, now my life ain’t the same (yeah)
prezi and it’s plain, m-i-s, we ain’t the same (what?)
b-tches on them n-ggas every time they come through
urbz boys, you know we bring them guns too (true)

- mowgs

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