"Keyette" lyrics

Thanks, Jackree
S.F.L.A.N.G

Don't have bang, gotta go back to my old life, we was just scrubbing to eat
Remember, my Noah didn't run it, and we had no tissues, so I had to blow in the receipt
Damn, I love the lil hoe, but she don't love me, she love where I eventually be
But when I get where I eventually be, the hoe probably won't even be around me
Young red nigga, gotta put food on the table, still gotta stay out to beat
Bryson Tiller, it's Spanish, thought it seemed, my acapella increased
Fashion figure, he wanna dress like Keith, but these chrome heart jeans ain't cheap
Classic dinners, it's only made for a queen, baby have fun, eat what you eat

Uh, Keith, it's Keith
Baby, you get what you want, to look like Queen
Baby, pick out what you want, you'll get it, you're fucking with Keith
As long as you're fucking with Keith
I got these bitch mom, and still got stout in the back, couldn't give her no slack
Passionate bomb, won't cat T keep doing that, I'ma shoot to his raps, beat up her walls
After I know I got time, so I'm hitting the sack, play pricks to get fucked, your shit'll get bought
You move like a scrub, I ain't going for that

Don't have bang, gotta go back to my old life, we was just scrubbing to eat
Remember, my Noah didn't run it, and we had no tissues, so I had to blow in the receipt
Damn, I love the lil hoe, but she don't love me, she love where I eventually be
But when I get where I eventually be, the hoe probably won't even be around me
Young red nigga, gotta put food on the table, still gotta stay out of the beat
Bryson Tiller, it's Spanish, thought it seemed, my acapella increased
Fashion figure, he want to dress like Keith, but the cron hard jeans ain't cheap
Classic dinner, it's only made for a queen, baby have fun, get what you eat