Keys Da Beast - Four lyrics

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Keys Da Beast - Four lyrics

(Keys talking) Ok ok , wait wait wait... Yall thought I was done? Yall thought it was over? No! No at all!! Bring that sh** in [Verse 1: Keys] Fake b**hes get mad When a real b**h come hard They wanted me to knock But I can't I bombard Reppin the Bmore streets Like Relmere and Rumbore Shooting at cha Nikes Have you doing the Spongebob Keys go hard, like cheese without the plastic I'm trying to take these hoes to school Get these girls scholastic You be on that happy sh** Keys be on that smack a b**h I'm eating b**hes bread Still on my chin I'm on that savage sh** She say she hot I think she not I'm like I'll handle it I'm in them dopedealers You be on that sandal sh** I dont f** with fragile sh** Cuz I'll most likely damage it I'm hardcore these b**hes yolk I take that sh** and scramble it Shakin in they boots Ain't even come to city yet I'm all over the Internet Ain't show em a titty yet I bout that real hip hop Like 2Pac and Biggie rep I'm on them big footprints You do that Itty Bitty step (Chorus) X2 Now it was 4 lil b**hes On my block talking sh** It was 4 lil bullets in my Glock in my clip Now I'm talking to myself Like "Aw, gonna miss" POP POP POP POP they was done That was quick (Keys talking) We going in [Verse 2: Keys] Marching all alone I'm a motherf**ing Spartan Running down the street Guns drawn , call me Martin I ain't suprised I heard that bullsh** That cha'll be talking f** k**ing Kenny b**h I k**ed Cartman Light on my seat like a astronaut This is 89 Cuba I got Castro spot b**hes talk so tough I just laugh they not Look down your door, 1 shot b**h, blast you drop Now I don't wanna talk about how much a** they got And I don't wanna hear bout how much cash they got When it comes down to bars Keys is plasmic hot No , I'm hot like hanging out the window Pa**ing cops Serving fiends, middle fingers up Pa**ing rocks, Cuz b**hes running out of time Tick tock tick tock TOO LATE They picking flowers for your casket top I'm a motherf**ing torch You cannot ash me, stop You know they wanted me to crawl But I can't I straight ran on em Father had a daughter But I'm so Son Sam on em Turkey bacon b**hes But Keys gone go ham on em These b**hes Pebbles But Keys go Bam Bam on em

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