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letra de keys to the club - rick ross

[hook]
i got them keys in the crib
you wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib
them n-gg-s cheesing, it’s real
it ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil’
i think i’m losing my religion
praying on these n-gg-s, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
live every day like it’s my last
my only trending topic is the cash

[verse 1: rick ross]
i see no n-gg- in these clear gazelles
b! tch–ss n-gg-, better get some mail
i’m riding in a 6 like this b! tch for sale
that boy meek mill squeeze clips for real
see me in the street, rose-gold everything
moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
learning your whereabouts, burners to air ‘em out
b! tches a motion picture, i’m picturing paramount
riding in the lotus, teflon don
with an ambitious b! tch, lotus flower bomb
wale on burn, young n-gg-‘s doing numbers
double m g got it the next ten summers
i’m trying to do it big forever
keys to the crib, and i’m with whatever
ki’s to the crib, n-gg-, bricks wherever
hundred mil’ plus til we rich forever

[verse 2: rick ross]
i see no n-gg- in these red gazelles
all i see is women with these m-ssive tails
all i see is young’uns with this trash to sell
they got some co’s that get you hash in jail
little dope, little c-ke, talking cash for real
funeral’s never cool, n-gg-, p-ss the steel
i’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping m-ss appeal
b–bie got a life sentence on his last appeal
that’s one of few names that’ll last for real
got me drinking from the bottom, no gl-sses filled
always purple in the cup, n-gg-, p-ss the pills
i’m the first one here to f-ck, sn-tch your -ss for real
keys to the crib, boys, keys to the v
if you at the table, then you eat what i eat
breathe what i breathe, drink what i drink
smoke what i smoke and we still mink for mink

[verse 3: styles p]
ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib
i got work from argentina and belize in the crib
homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
this is the scenario — something go wrong, it’s a burial
hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
white seats, new m5, all cherry though
heard you at aces, courvoisier, toasting the n-gg-s that beat cases
knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
weight sh-t, get the big house and the sp-ceship
team of loyal n-gg-s
that’ll f-cking boil n-gg-s for a chain or a bracelet
n-gg-, you know i’m living fly
for the love of the game, i put a ribbon on the pie

[outro]
if i’m rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
forgive me lord! forgive me
my next move; god forgives, i don’t
i think you’ll love it
rich forever!

- rick ross

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