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letra de keep ya distance - neighborhood ceo

[intro: one glo & shrimp kaash]
rain rain rain in my head
(know i’m a hitter i just got sponsored by villa yeaaaaah)

[chorus: shrimp kaash]
they see that i’m up naw n-gga keep yo distance (yeah)
i’m feeling real sick i got muddy in my kidneys (yeah)
i’m out of my mind i’m losing my mind can’t stop with the sippin (yeah)
rip juice my dawg my whodie he stayed crippin (yeah)
i’m working real hard gettin’ my weight up 24 fitness (yeah)
these n-ggas be talking please just shut up for it get wicked (yeah)
free my dawg drop the charges he committed (yeah)
you know you a hoe and you know you a b-tch just admit it (yeah)

[verse 1: shrimp kaash]
dispose you lames like garbage
air force ones i don’t like jordan’s
mama f-ck all them days you couldn’t pay the bill water wouldn’t come out the faucet
baloney no bread dry cereal no milk yeah we had to eat it regardless (aye)
i know my mama gone get it in when she get it i’ll never admit that i was starving
i used to sleep on the floor penthouse 18 floors up on a balcony
i know these lil n-ggas after me
i’m speeding threw ops get off me
yo first love mad want to fight me
just know that lil sh-t don’t excite me
i f-ck with a b-tch who been had a bag
i didn’t have a bag now i got a bag
now they think she want me for my money
old hoes mad they really ain’t feeling it now they all acting funny (aye)
my block list always been empty (you know it)
that sh-t go up every minute
(hate) why these n-ggas showing envy
(great) you know i’m always feeling
(lavish) lifestyle that i’m living
this sh-t drew some symbols (yeah)

[verse 2: one glo]
flexing get put on yo sh-t
i’m a don dada lil n-gga can’t tell me sh-t
stand on yo block and get put in a blitz
they thought i was cappin’ when i said i’m the sh-t
they think i’m r-t-rded 40 on me shoot this b-tch til it cl!ck
want fold on my gang forever we stick
to the streets like cements
everything the ops said they didn’t mean it
smoking big backwoods this sh-t got me dreamin’
had to serve the dope fiends when they was fiendin’
we was at home eatin’ f-ckin’ weenies now we pullin’ up in bentley’s and bentleys
they thought i was cappin’ when i brung the semi
let a n-gga play it’s gone be a murder
it’s gone be a f-ckin’ murder
my n-ggas they pull up and murk yah
came up from nothing i was stuck in that kitchen
rip juice remember days we was sippin’
i relapsed after you died
too many drugs in my kidneys can’t fade this pain away
i think my heart can’t be replaced
i think my sh-t crack everyday
i’m a don dada i hop in a wraith
truth to be told you wasn’t here to stay (yeah)

- neighborhood ceo

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