paroles de chanson Ain't Seen My Face - Duke , Lil Keed

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I ain't seen my face in a while
We got these girls going wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Have Slime slime 'em out, nigga, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Neimans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop chop, block gon' flee it
Granddaddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a nigga at Jesus
Told my jeweler I'm anemic
Can't get no dick, got her fiendin'
She better swallow my semen
I poured a four, got me leanin'
Hoppin' on jets and I been 'round the world
They know I'ma ball every season
Chanel on my bitch 'cause we eatin'
Bitch, I'm with Keed in 250 on Cleveland
Can't trust these hoes 'cause these bitches deceiving
Walk up in Saks, fuck it up for no reason
YSL, bitch, know we feastin' (Slatt)
And I just came in from Greece (Greece)
Whole lot of racks, they increase ('Crease)
Can't fuck with her if she ain't decent (Decent)
None of my bitches can tease me (Tease)
On Jesus (Jesus)
Hop in my shit and I do what I wanna
I'm droppin' my top at the light (Light)
I'm with my dawgs, they gon' bite (bite)
Diamonds, they shine with no lights (No lights)
I like how she look in them tights (Them tights)
Run up, we're takin' your life (Your life)
Paid off my lawyer, that's payin' the price (Price)
Won't go right home with the guys, I know that
I ain't seen my face in a while
We got these girls going wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Have Slime slime 'em out, nigga, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Neimans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop chop, block gon' flee it
Granddaddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a nigga at Jesus
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Chopper send a nigga sky-high
I'm geeked out, eatin' Five Guys
Bad bitch gotta be wine fine
Get a nigga whacked from the blindside
I'm smokin' super strong, call it Popeye
If that stick talk, bet they all die
Niggas burnt out, call 'em My Lai
In the sky, high, on a private flight
Racks on me (Racks on me)
Yeah, bitch, when you see me
You gon' see racks on me (That blue cheese)
Yeah, bitch, when you see me
You gon' see these Off-White jeans (Off-White jeans)
Whole lot of bread on me if she ain't gon' suck we
Yeah bitch, we in a Wraith lookin' some shit outer space
Yeah bitch, you in the way, ho, I'm tryna get this cake
Micros, bet the Draco gon' tear through his face
If a nigga ever think about ever playin' with this cake
I ain't seen my face in a while
We got these girls going wild
Fuckin' her good and I pay all her bills
And she tryna have my lil child (Oh yeah)
They know my name in the town (Oh yeah)
They know how we get down (Oh yeah)
Shoot up everything but a playground (Playground)
Came from trappin' and juggin' a pound (Let's go, let's go)
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Have Slime slime 'em out, nigga, for no reason (Slime)
I just blew a bag at Neimans
No rats, but I get cheesy
No Pacers, I got P's in
Chop chop, block gon' flee it
Granddaddy motion, leanin'
Flooded Avianne pieces
Send a nigga at Jesus