For Keeps

作词 : Dimitri Roger/Kentrell Gaulden/Alex Petit

作曲 : Dimitri Roger/Kentrell Gaulden/Alex Petit

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My heart cold, I bet the angels agree

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me

We play for keeps, let out that heat

And we leave stains in the street, yeah

They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)

They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)

Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me

One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (Yeah)

I want the money, but you want the fame,

Lil' bitches (Fame, lil' bitches, yeah)

Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (Woo, woo)

Brought the lil' foreign bitches,

We don't take no pictures (We don't take no pictures)

Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (Grrah, baow)

Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (Want no issues)

Sometimes I tote two guns,

I run with plenty killers (Plenty killers)

I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular,

I'm straight out them trenches (Out the trenches)

Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once,

But dropped some ashes in it (Vroom)

Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies

I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business

Put that on my four sons,

I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy

This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced

My heart cold, I bet the angels agree

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me

We play for keeps, let out that heat

And we leave stains in the street, yeah

They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)

They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)

Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me

One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep

Tryna rock something (Rock)

Ain't leaning off them Xans, I be charged up (up)

Poppin', go to set tripping, throwing B's in that order (Bet)

Dave died from that chopper at 16, wish I can call him

And we don't charge 'em

She told, but that's my blood, so we ain't charge 'em

Told my bitches if they play, then they gon' die today (What?)

No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the Wraith (Skrrt)

Lawyer need a quarter mil'

And he gon' beat the case (He gon' beat the case)

Make another half a mil', I threw it in the safe (Woo, woo, woo)

I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake

Nah, we ain't never going broke because we all straight

Made another hundred, had a long day (Long day)

Pullin' out the chopper, look the wrong way

My heart cold, I bet the angels agree

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me

We play for keeps, let out that heat

And we leave stains in the street, yeah

They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah

Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)

They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)

I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)

Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah, Never Broke)

These bitches fake, I don't **** with them,

They all strangers to me (Rich Forever, ever)

One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (No cap)

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