Lil Keed — Worst Or Better

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[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Keed talk to ’em

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah [?], hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house
Yeah, I’m in a hideout in L.A. and the crib look like a tree house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she thinkin’ she knowin’ my weakness, she might be geeked out (She know my weakness)
So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever)
Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do ’cause my songs go dummy
Yeah, you know I left the roof on and some panoramic [?] (That my main top)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do when they see me, I ain’t runnin’ (Oh, yeah)
Hey, yeah, go handle your business, don’t trip, don’t be clumsy, oh yeah (Let’s go)

[Post-Chorus]
I ride with some steppers (Steppers)
I live with some steppers (Grra)
Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra)
I ride with some steppers
Fuck my ho in a stepper (Grra)
Put [?] on a stepper
[?], I don’t give a fuck ’bout the worst or the better

[Verse]
Givenchy clips on me, can’t even dodge ’em (Hey)
I do this shit with no stylist (Hey)
What the fuck the nigga mean that they put it on?
We do this shit with no stylist
What the fuck the nigga mean his money long?
You can get hit with a carbon
I’m in your home just like he brought him in and I ain’t even talkin’ no more
They ain’t have a VLONE in small, so I went extra large (VLONE)
I ain’t even been to Turks and Caicos just to live with thot
I put a shooter on motherfuckin’ payroll just to earn some knots (Shooter payroll)
And you know I came from the bottom and I earned my spot, yeah
I’m just motherfuckin’ YSL, livin’ like [?] from the trench (Okay)
Yeah, I’m just switchin’ all the foreigns, all the motors, you won’t never ever know what I’m in (Never ever)
How you livin’? Ain’t y’all gettin’ no shirt, no clothes in advance? (No shirt, no clothes)
I just hit [?], then take a pic, goddamn, I don’t know when I’ma land

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah [?], hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house
Yeah, I’m in a hideout in L.A. and the crib look like a tree house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she thinkin’ she knowin’ my weakness, she might be geeked out (She know my weakness)
So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever)
Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do ’cause my songs go dummy
Yeah, you know I left the roof on and some panoramic [?] (That my main top)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do when they see me, I ain’t runnin’ (Oh, yeah)
Hey, yeah, go handle your business, don’t trip, don’t be clumsy, oh yeah (Let’s go)

[Post-Chorus]
I ride with some steppers (Steppers)
I live with some steppers (Grra)
Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra)
I ride with some steppers
Fuck my ho in a stepper (Grra)
Put [?] on a stepper
[?], I don’t give a fuck ’bout the worst or the better

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