letra de keep me from round - rich homie quan
(intro)
thats right 2
aye
keep me from around that bullshit
them lame hoes
and them hating n-gg-s
aye
(hook)
can’t show a lame n-gg- too much
so i don’t bring em round
them same n-gg-s who was up
funny they need me now
can’t learn the game outta no book
so let me teach you how
too get rich and not make a sound
keep me from round
them low digits
keep me from round
broke b-tches
keep me from round
hoe n-gg-s
keep me from round
yo sister
keep me from round
n-gg-s still baggin sacks
you need at least a pound
like a b-tch who got that package
keep me from round
(verse 1)
say you wanna squash that beef
ok cool then
well i’m thinking about eating that beef
give me a spoon then
i’m a need some with alot of speed
sumn i can zoom
that pussy so good to me
i might let her move in
lift the whole 50 on my roof
so they notice me
my foreign hoe pronounce
my shoe “lois v”
money surround me so a broke n-gg- can’t get close to me
my b-tch bad like yo hoe suppose to be
my wrist cold more like 4 degree
don’t get me pissed off real n-gg-s on go for me
got a b-tch that bust them blunts
and 1 to roll the weed
i say rich homie baby
so you know it’s me
(hook)
can’t show a lame n-gg- too much
so i don’t bring em round
them same n-gg-s who was up
funny they need me now
can’t learn this game outta no book
so let me teach you how
too get rich and not make a sound
keep me from round
them low digits
keep me from round
broke b-tches
keep me from round
hoe n-gg-s
keep me from round
yo sister
keep me from round
n-gg-s still baggin sacks
you need at least a pound
like a b-tch who got that pack
keep me from round
(verse 2)
i throw the k like a pitcher
show me the mound
why you don’t like them n-gg-s?
no reason found
measurement for my head
b-tch, i need a crown
with two loaves of bread
i can feed the town
keep me from round
like i got a cold
money come & go
have em runnin, like a snotty nose
i gotta go, stack some extra funds
lookin for my pot of gold, i’m sumn like a leprechaun
and this ever run
i been gettin it gone, and i been gettin it
my plug a mexican
stop that flexxiconn, boy yu kiddin
and ima stack it to the ceilin
my delivery worth a milli
and i’m spittin, i got more bars than the penitentiary
(hook)
can’t show a lame n-gg- too much
so i don’t bring em round
them same n-gg-s who was up
funny they need me now
can’t learn this game outta no book
so let me teach you how
too get rich and not make a sound
keep me from round
them low digits
keep me from round
broke b-tches
keep me from round
hoe n-gg-s
keep me from round
yo sister
keep me from round
n-gg-s still baggin sacks
you need at least a pound
like a b-tch who got that pack
keep me from round
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