Yella Beezy — Keep It In The Fam

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We global now
HeyIf you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy
Five percent tint, that mind your business
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley
Put ’bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey)
I got bands too, I’m the man too
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey
Oh, you brand new? I heard it’s ran through
That’s your cousin? We can keep it in the fam too

Hey
Back to back foreign, engine roaring in the Bentley
If the head boring, she ain’t goin’, suck me dentally (True)
Choppers on go, hitting notes like a symphony
Motherfuck these silly broads and these boys, ain’t got shit for me
Got a fine bad mamajama out in Tennessee
Line for the J’s just like the number 23
Big loud .50 cal if you think you’re tryna bully me
Word around town, say a nigga ain’t good as me
Woo, woo, woo, shit, yeah
Girl, I’m tryna see if you can do the splits, yeah
I wonder if you can throw it back on the dick, yeah
Pussy good, make a nigga nut quick fast

If you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy
Five percent tint, that mind your business
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley
Put ’bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey)
I got bands too, I’m the man too
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey
Oh, you brand new? I heard it’s ran through
That’s your cousin? We can keep it in the fam too

Hey, keep it in the fam, damn, that pussy righteous, ayy
Make it rain on me and I’ma strike it like lightning, ooh
Got the bed rumbling but nah, we ain’t fighting
She said she like girls too but nah, she ain’t dyking
She called her best friend up, it’s exciting
Two bad bitches and they say that they like me
Grip the dick good, say her pussy lips biting
Four of ’em got a boyfriend, these hoes trifling
I ain’t tryna cuff you, girl, just one night me
Feeling like I’m Gucci Mane, bitch, I’m so icy
I don’t give a fuck if your nigga don’t like me, ayy
Big time peaches, motherfucker, so pricy, yeah

If you ain’t help me get it, don’t tell me how to spend it, ayy
Five percent tint, that mind your business
Engine roaring, watch me smash out in the Bentley
Put ’bout thirty in my mouth, just ask my dentist (Hey, hey)
I got bands too, I’m the man too
I wanna see you make it hot just like Dan Rue, hey
Oh, you brand new? I heard it’s ran through
That’s your cousin? We can keep it in the fam too