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• Artiste: Lil Keed
• Titre: Hibachi (feat. Young Thug)
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(Wheezy outta here) Say what? (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Like this) Yeah, yeah Millionaires for life (Yeah) Facts, facts We puttin' exotic flavors on our watches (Watches) We eatin' dinner at Ruth's Chris, hibachis (Eatin' dinner) I love her 'cause she slurpin' me so sloppy I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing 'bout me I drive the stolen car because it's faster (Skrrt, skrrt) I took off on these niggas, but no NASA My son know if I die, he a rich bastard (Rich bitch, facts) I bought my mom a Ghost like a Casper (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, I'm workin' my one, but got three more (Workin' my one) Exotic cars, exotic stick, you know what we on Patek and a presi' and it's two tone, yeah I'm in the kitchen burnin' opp beef up Yes, I listen, that's why I'm so up I just dropped the blunt, girl, ain't fuckin' my ho Yeah, I'm pullin' stunts, Trackhawk came camo Itchy, itchy, Gator Mauris on my damn feet Old people be like, "Nigga, your ass swagging" (No cap) I done fucked her fifty times, she can't embarrass me All my niggas known to hit 'em up, don't harass me Yeah, in that Rolls truck strollin' Yeah, I smoke on the asphalt when we rollin' (Asphalt, woah) F&N, blue tips, we'll smoke 'em Back then, we spinnin' shit in a Ford Focus (Skrrt) Told the shooter, "Wear a mask when you crashin'" (Crashin') Yeah, we eatin' the block up like a Pac-Man Gotta quadruple all the profit, I'm gettin' backends (I'm gettin' backends) Then catch me and do a ho on the back end (Facts, facts) We puttin' exotic flavors on our watches (Watches) We eatin' dinner at Ruth's Chris, hibachis (Eatin' dinner) I love her 'cause she slurpin' me so sloppy I kill a nigga, get millions, one thing 'bout me I drive the stolen car because it's faster (Skrrt, skrrt) I took off on these niggas, but no NASA My son know if I die, he a rich bastard (Rich bitch, facts) I bought my mom a Ghost like a Casper (Yeah)