Lil' Keke - Exclusive 8 Minute Freestyle Lyrics

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Now in the water hoes see a slaughter. It's the young don still chasin after daughters. Chasin after hoes ridin of 4s. Everytime I ride I be on my tiptoes. Ridin through the lane holdin wood grain. Niggas know young Don Ke do his thang. I came for the title I came back hard. Sucka ass niggas had to give me my car. Now they still hidin look at em run. I'm chasin after niggas with the what choppa gun. Bustin boys down suckas is a clown. 713 I'm the king of the town. I'm still underground I'm still hoover Screw. (RIP) I'm still comin hard and I'm still ridin blue. I'm riding cobalt I might be ridin navy it's the young don only God can save me.

Lord help me please come back. I'm diggin in my pocket and I'm bout to spend a stack. I'm still sellin crack I'm still writin raps. It's the young don keep stars on my caps. Everytime I ride everytime I slide suckas start runnin boys start hidin. It's the young don I'm riding in the car. Freestyle king still a fuckin superstar. I'm still a what king I'm bout to live a dream. Everytime I pull out I'm with a strong team. A team full a goons higher than the moon so much wood it's lookin like a living room. Inside in the vette it's wet like a pet. Herschelwood Texas still represent my set. I am the king listen to my tongue. Hoes start listenin and them hoes get sprung. I be breakin mics I be breakin cards. It's the young don still tippin boulevard. What about this chevy? it's sits so heavy. I'm a break the game up if niggas let me. I'm outta H-Town what's up Fat Pat? It's the young don hoes still tryin to chat. I holla at a dime cause it ain't a crime. I'm hollerin at them niggas dressed in white Louis Vuitton. Boys in the PEN stand up strong. It's the young don on the mic goin long. I can't fall off I represent the south. I spent 20 000 on my motha fuckin mouth. Now my rocks glow 30 for a show. I break the hoe. Niggas don't know.

I still go hard I still go what? it's the young don might be riding trophy truck. Sittin on the buck sittin on the gray. Niggas better go home if they tryin to play. I never do it I never stop it's the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga don't pop. I don't pop trunk I don't ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. Niggas don't stop. Niggas still hatin. It's the young don might be ridin ice skatin. Ridin on them 4s ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Can't see me I can't be stopped. It's the young don smokin green colored crop. Smokin on the Kush smokin on the Purple niggas talkin down I only fuck with my circle. Only my crew this what I do. What's up Screw You I still love you. It's the young don I do it for my son. Money by the ton.

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[Z-Ro:]

Drinkin on soda with the bar in it. You know what I'm talkin bout? I'm in the coupe ain't walkin the lot. I'm parkin lot pimpin the lot. Fuckin with these bad ass bitches. But I know they after riches not mine. I gotta gun and I'm a cock mine. Hatas gimmie 50 drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down with Z-ro. And that Millzey it's goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Don't talk shit we'll spray ya down in the bitch (bitch) quick (quick). And all you niggas dead mayne. Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne. Ay that's real talk. Hold up RIP to Hawk RIP to Moe RIP to Chad. I don't need a pen and pad. I'm actin bad.

Hold up I'm on that madden in the crib one deep and I'm saggin. Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time. Did 17 murders with the same 9. Goddamn nigga I'm just runnin my mouth. But I'm still reppin the south. Ya'll know what I'm talkin about walk in with the pistol hit em then I walk out. I get my motha fuckin bread nigga and guess what I got? 10 mo bullets fo yo head nigga. Screwed Up Click all day long. I'm gon but I can run my block from a payphone. Why? Cause I got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment. Trae I love you mayne. Real talk.

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