"Alicia Key$$ Remix" lyrics

In this [?] and did some gas, [?], nah (Gianni Lee)
I'm finna come over here and show niggas how we make that, boy
I'ma give it to 'em, okay? We finna kill it, okay
So the first thing you gotta do, you gotta go-

Bitch hit me up, told me that I roll shit (Shit)
I hit her back and said, "Bitch, you better lick the dick" (Yeah)
Ridin', ridin' 'round town, ain't got shit to do
My dick was hella soft, I nutted on her Gucci shoes (Shoes)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten bitches, coke whores, sniffin' hella keys (Keys)
I ain't trippy, but my nigga be on LSD
Red eyes, gold teeth, tell me that ain't steez (Steez)
Pull up on a college bitch and take her to Mickey D's
Number eight, large fries, dollar sweet tea (Tea)
Gold herringbone chain, just like Ice-T
Threw on my black frames, then I hit the trees (Trees)
Hit the reefer, my girlfriend look like Queen Latifah
In the '80s (80's), I'm (I'm) a fuckin' '90s baby
Tryin' to jack my fuckin' steez? Bitch, you must be crazy
I'm a lazy ass nigga when I beat my dick

Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys

Oh, man, that thing be locked and loaded on [?], man
M16 on the track, man, Juiceman, ya know
Ayy, man, we just pull up in them exotic cars, man
Ya know what I'm talkin 'bout, man
Talkin' through the radio and all that good shit, man
-don't mix with this pimpin'
What the hell you talkin' about?
Goddamn, nah, 'cause if I get this motherfucker lovin' a bitch, she gon' end up lovin' me
And she gon' love me too goddamn much and she gon' give me too many goddamn problems, 'cause-

Bitches on my dick 'cause they know I got the lean
Black Kray and Chris Travis, bitch, that's hella steez
Got my nigga Ethelwulf, rollin' up the green
Got my fingers all sticky, stirring up that pink
"Nigga, what's in yo' cup?" What the fuck you think?
Got his bitch on my dick askin' for a drink
And fuck you posin' ass niggas, always tryin' to scheme
Ho, this how we live, nigga, what the fuck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, when I'm on the scene
Drink might be purple or it might be green
I don't really give a fuck 'bout what you niggas think
Just leave me alone, before I get that beam
I'm 'bout fuckin' bitches, and illegal things
Me and my niggas, we be chillin', playin' Saints Row 3
Shake junt, shake junt, what the fuck you mean?
Shake junt, shake junt, bitch, we 'bout that green

Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys

Sniffin' dirty keys, sniffin' dirty keys, sniffin' dirty keys
Uh

We all off in the party, hella hard, we got the bars
The bitches fiendin' and they all wanna be pornstars
I took her to the car, 'cause I didn't park far
We hit the store to re-up on chips and to get bars
And now, she fallin' hard, tryin' to fuck me in the car
She high as fuck, she do not know where the fuck we are
My fingers got the scars, dime bags selling hard
I'm in the mountains serving 'cause the sacks selling far
And niggas know about it, 'cause its thrax to the tar
We smokin' where we are, windowing out of the stars
I'm bangin' shit hella hard, eighty sacks for the calls
And I should get an applause, for the way I get her drawls
And I ain't even tryin' to throw no salt up on yo' seasonin'
But boy, I be the reason yo' bitch is always creepin'
So next time she tell ya, "Not tonight," she feelin' sleepy
You should take a listen in my bedroom squeakin'
Bitch

Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Eighty dime bags, boomin' like Alicia Keys (Keys)
Ten coke whores (Whores), sniffin' dirty keys

Sniffin' dirty keys (Keys), sniffin' dirty-