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No Keys Freestlye Video (MV)




Performed By: Nerofrmda9
Language: English
Length: 1:23
Written by: Kyle Jackson




Nerofrmda9 - No Keys Freestlye Lyrics




V8 on 2-6's
Pullup its a sup sport
With two bitches
Say im picky
Im a jerk like New Boy
I aint worried bout no bitch
You know I keep that loot boy
Niggas saying that he flexin'
But he takes it too far
I hit ya block
And hit my lights to make a play
I pullup in big body
Bitch this aint no Escalade
Remember I was trapping
Of them packs to make a pay
Now im taxing for this rappin'
Imma have to make a way
And niggas acting like they gay
They dont really want no cash
While you living with yo momma
You still sitting on yo ass
I was just broke
That was the past
Hop In the foreign
I do the dash
Now that im up
I see they mad
Niggas gone hate
And that shit sad
And that shit sad the way that they do
Smell like cookie
When im in the room
Hop on yo bitch
And im fresh as a groom
Niggas talk shit
He get hit with a broom
We bringing full pressure we all in yo room
Niggas act tough but they fed with a spoon
Straight Gucci my thread
And my flowers gone bloom
Shordy gone blow me
I feel like balloons
And shordy gone eat
I feel like a poptart
Tote heavy metal
I feel like a rockstar
Pull on ya block
Cause I know that you not hard
She is a groupie
She think im a popstar
I pour up a 4
I fill up on Wockhart
Call up my shooter
He shooting at top charts
Rocking Richstar
So they think imma block star
Bumping V9
So you know how my car start
No Keys
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English

V8 on 2-6's
Pullup its a sup sport
With two bitches
Say im picky
Im a jerk like New Boy
I aint worried bout no bitch
You know I keep that loot boy
Niggas saying that he flexin'
But he takes it too far
I hit ya block
And hit my lights to make a play
I pullup in big body
Bitch this aint no Escalade
Remember I was trapping
Of them packs to make a pay
Now im taxing for this rappin'
Imma have to make a way
And niggas acting like they gay
They dont really want no cash
While you living with yo momma
You still sitting on yo ass
I was just broke
That was the past
Hop In the foreign
I do the dash
Now that im up
I see they mad
Niggas gone hate
And that shit sad
And that shit sad the way that they do
Smell like cookie
When im in the room
Hop on yo bitch
And im fresh as a groom
Niggas talk shit
He get hit with a broom
We bringing full pressure we all in yo room
Niggas act tough but they fed with a spoon
Straight Gucci my thread
And my flowers gone bloom
Shordy gone blow me
I feel like balloons
And shordy gone eat
I feel like a poptart
Tote heavy metal
I feel like a rockstar
Pull on ya block
Cause I know that you not hard
She is a groupie
She think im a popstar
I pour up a 4
I fill up on Wockhart
Call up my shooter
He shooting at top charts
Rocking Richstar
So they think imma block star
Bumping V9
So you know how my car start
No Keys
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Writer: Kyle Jackson
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