paroles de chanson The Keys - Quis , Asani

Yo I got the keys, I got the juice
Go for the green, stick it and move
Go play your part, and go do your job
But fuck all the rules, just stay in pursuit
Get to the bag, you attack for the loot
Them racks hurt my back got them stacks in pursuit
You cappin, relax and you jackin me too
These bithces be snappin and chattin for views
Ou Ou
I got the moves
What more does a Young King gotta do
I needa Young Queen
Booty dumb mean
Teeth dumb clean
She a jewel
She needa mule
She need them racks in pursuit
Shorty don't follow the rules
She playing it cool
She wanna be my lil boo
But I need a goddess, or two
Ou
This is my cue to jump back in the pool
I break her and pocket the thottie she cool
Want no relations
Just good conversation
Occasional face, imma rational dude
I might just blow out her back in her room
I might just blow out her back in the coupe
I might just pull up, relax and smoke on the gas for a few
Take a nap for a few
I probably smoke on the gas in the booth
Relaxing and bars never lacking the proof
I had to body the beat cause im Godly with ease
HombreGuapo a classical dude
This is a massacre
Niggas be down to ride for me like passengers
Shorty attacking us
I might just smash on her, pass on her
But I cannot get attatched to her
If she a dub then im not getting back to her
Imma fall back and relax on her
Im to the bank where the racks be
Shoulda seen it coming if you asked me
Yo I got the keys, I got the juice
Go for the green, stick it and move
Go play your part, and go do your job
But fuck all the rules, just stay in pursuit
Get to the bag, you attack for the loot
Them racks hurt my back got them stacks in pursuit
You cappin, relax and you jackin me too
These bithces be snappin and chattin for views
Ou Ou
I'm the man my momma thought could be the goat
Could be the one
To show her different things and overheat the sun
Yes me her son
But I'm so oh so different
These dead niggas got me lifted
These women are always tripping
They suck and fuck and I'm dipping
They say they love me they lying
Mufasa taught me quite crying
They don't understand my scars
So I'm boutta just quit trying
To prove all these niggas wrong
I'll do it through all these songs
I'm just writing up my scriptures
And praying it to my god