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letra de key to my city - tech

[verse 1: tech]

first thing i say is free the man jeremy b
tech money finna burn em 3rd degree
its shame man you never heard of me
i’m the one that kept these locals on a leash
f-ck you hatin we the team you wanna be
out in maine 40 degrees with the tee
i get talking ain’t bout money then kapeesh
man i’m out here breaking arms i got you covered like a sleeve
f-ck that bullsh-t we gon stop it, light my blunt b-tch thats a rocket all these shoes b-tch i be coppin need a warrant if knocking
an they tell me go n get it sh-t i got it ain’t no problem
n i do this sh-t from maine i k!ll this sh-t look what i’m dropping
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second thing is free the man dylan m
he a ride or die homie til the end
he something like a kin we keep it real no pretend
we just looking for a l1ck we f-cked the check up for a m

an they sayin that we snitching b-tch
yo what you saying?
man i been in this sh-t
so b-tch you playin
up in maine n i’m the hottest, yeah i do it ain’t no topppin
i’m the topic when they gossip yeah they want it b-tch i got it f-ck around make her drop it you just mad she lemme pop it
now i locked it now i got it dripping like a faucet

woo woo

f-ck around n get this money with us
known around the city b-tch we be them money gettas
tell me why they hatin can you tell me that?
see the money in my city i’m like gimmie that
imma bottle of that spade you a 30 rack
yo whats ya clique what ya name never heard of that
man i been thinking like the craziest sh-t
i’m just posted at the crib wit my lady n sh-t
its f-ck 12 but i f-ck wit brady n sh-t
my whole team looney we all crazy sh-t

im fighting case after case my energy b-tch i waste
i’m praying lord i don’t go n throw my life all away
but i swear that i’m good make it out here alive
i’m never selling my soul or ever snitch on my guys

man i get it out the mud i ain’t talking to po
imma grind ever harder put pinault on the globe
f-ck around n raise the tax b-tch you already know
i’m like bernie in my city gotta tax to get dough
we take the taxi an go , if you trap b-tch you know
we out here blown on os, we get the gas for the low

i rock the po to the lo tech lock n he load x2

hope this the key to my city
please tell me you with me
i’m just rollin that gas
n smokin l’s til im dizzy
need the juice i got plenty
mix it up with the henney
any rapper that want it
ill just go k!ll em like kennet

i swear i f-ck with this dime
she put me out of my mind
hypnotized by looks
n how she be on her grind
never ever will leave
shanty right by my side
if you wanna beat the best you better get on your grind

- tech

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