paroles de chanson It's Up Freestyle - Lil Keed
Yeah,
what
'bout
now?
Huh,
yeah,
what
'bout
now?
Ooh,
yeah,
what
'bout
now?
Fore'n
It's
up
Oh
Lord,
Jetson
made
another
one
Keed
talk
to
'em
Walked
in,
walked
in,
this
Bentley
truck
you
can
crawl
in
Gucci
sweatsuit,
yeah,
they
thought
I
was
joggin'
I'm
just
gettin'
these
front-ends,
these
back-ends,
these
racks
in
(No
cap)
Nigga,
fuck
your
plug,
I
heard
he
taxin',
we
whack
him
(Yeah)
Bitch,
I'm
ballin'
out,
I
got
bad
bitches
at
my
house
(No
cap)
Yeah,
that
ho
too
lazy,
I
get
in
her
mouth
then
I
kick
her
out
(Boom-boom-boom)
Yeah,
Chanel
shoebox
full
of
racks,
no
safe
in
the
house
(Chaney-ney)
Yeah,
these
bitches
see
me
bring
these
racks
to
the
club,
they
fallin'
out
I'ma
Milly
Rock,
yeah,
with
that
Richard
Mille
(Richard
Mille)
Yeah,
these
niggas
envy,
put
racks
on
their
head
like
beanies
(Rack,
rack,
racks)
Yeah,
I
crashed
the
scat
pack,
but
it
was
not
rented
Yeah,
these
racks
in
my
pants
extra
green
like
spinach
(Say
what)
Ooh,
(Keed
talk
to
'em)
ooh,
in
this
ho
mouth
Like
she
lost
her
tooth,
with
some
Crips
too,
huh
But
I'm
big
Blood,
blatt,
blatt,
shoot
at
his
roof
YSL
the
gang,
she
said
this
chain,
she
tryna
choose
(Slatt-slatt)
Bitch,
I'm
with
your
ho,
yeah,
yeah,
with
your
ho
(Slatt-slatt)
Last
night
with
your
ho,
the
whole
gang
did
your
ho
(Slatt-slatt)
Pass
her
back,
bro,
shit
that's
all
you
aught
to
know
Shit
I
heard
he
low,
shit,
I'm
jerkin'
in
her
throat
(I'm
you)
Walked
in,
walked
in,
this
Bentley
truck
you
can
crawl
in
Gucci
sweatsuit,
yeah,
they
thought
I
was
joggin'
I'm
just
gettin'
these
front-ends,
these
back-ends,
these
racks
in
(No
cap)
Nigga,
fuck
your
plug,
I
heard
he
taxin',
we
whack
him
(Yeah)
Bitch,
I'm
ballin'
out,
I
got
bad
bitches
at
my
house
(No
cap)
Yeah,
that
ho
too
lazy,
I
get
in
her
mouth
then
I
kick
her
out
(Boom-boom-boom)
Yeah,
Chanel
shoebox
full
of
racks,
no
safe
in
the
house
(Chaney-ney)
Yeah,
these
bitches
see
me
bring
these
racks
to
the
club,
they
fallin'
out
Back
from
my
boy
Gump's,
(Choo-choo)
yeah
(Go)
And
we
just
left
LA,
smokin'
exotic
strains,
yeah
(LA)
Yeah,
yeah,
CC,
cop
'em
by
the
pairs
(Chaney-ney)
Yeah,
yeah,
just
off
Triller,
I
make
a
mill'
Yeah,
yeah,
double
CC
on
the
chairs
(Chaney-ney)
Yeah,
yeah,
havin'
Fear
of
God
drip
for
real
Yeah,
yeah,
snake
on
the
shirts,
not
no
bears
Yeah,
yeah,
chopper
hit
him,
hope
he
left
a
will
Yeah,
yeah,
Keed
gon'
get
these
racks
up
Early
mornin'
gettin'
in,
yeah,
I
love
these
racks
Yeah,
we
smokin'
OG
while
countin'
these
racks
Yeah,
we
smoked
your
OG
'cause
he
is
a
rat
Walked
in,
walked
in,
this
Bentley
truck
you
can
crawl
in
Gucci
sweatsuit,
yeah,
they
thought
I
was
joggin'
I'm
just
gettin'
these
front-ends,
these
back-ends,
these
racks
in
(No
cap)
Nigga,
fuck
your
plug,
I
heard
he
taxin',
we
whack
him
(Yeah)
Bitch,
I'm
ballin'
out,
I
got
bad
bitches
at
my
house
(No
cap)
Yeah,
that
ho
too
lazy,
I
get
in
her
mouth
then
I
kick
her
out
(Boom-boom-boom)
Yeah,
Chanel
shoebox
full
of
racks,
no
safe
in
the
house
(Chaney-ney)
Yeah,
these
bitches
see
me
bring
these
racks
to
the
club,
they
fallin'
out
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