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Guerilla Maab - Keep Watching Me lyrics
[Hook - 2x] Keep watching me, and You fellas, gon see man You don't wanna fuck around, with these G's Fried out, sipping drank blowing trees [Z-Ro] I'ma hide behind that tint These motherfuckers, wonder where he went But I remain to sting, and have finer thangs Still harder, than the cement You be walking on, running out of time Like the cell phone, you be talking on I'ma make you place, that'll be the taste On the concrete, they be chalking on Nigga I be watching y'all, watching me When I pulls up, on the scene Niggaz be looking like, they wanna pick a fight Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling You can hate me from over there long, as you don't invade my space If you invade my space, my fist gon invade your face Nigga don't get me wrong, I'm not a fly cat though Take a bone, and run over to Ridgevan And whip ass on a nigga's ass, when the dust clears I'ma be, the only nigga left standing I be busting out the big blocks, sixty Raising niggaz, up off of me Then it's back to the bus, sipping Robatuss' Give me the K this corner, with PCP Better watch your head, screens gon fall S.U.C., we born to ball You can put your money, back in your pocket Everything's on us, when we hit the mall And to these hoes, I won't be no trick Gold digging bitches, make me sick And ain't nobody around me, paying for the creases Split, and I speak for the whole click [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Stay on my P's and Q's, cause people hate They wanna knock me, while I'm on my blades I ride a Benz, when I stack my ends Me and Dougie D, lost in the wind We peep the game, through 'Sacci shades Stay playa made, with a bald fade I'm tatted up, and got bezyltines You better bet, all my diamonds gleam I don't wanna brag or boast, or hot cap But I still got a 4-4, in my lap Don't get close, or the beam'll shine It's a automatic piece, that they can't find If something gon fall, it gotta be the screens See the bubble lights, and that European When I'm in my ride, I bogaurd the block Pop up the top, and the broads gon jock Fin to get Lil' B, up off the grapevine On my way to the West, getting on my grind Can't let none of these cats, take what's mine They M.I.A., cause I'm laying it down And it's M.O.B., till the day I die That there be real, nigga that's no lie It's gon take y'all, one whole team And until then, I know y'all wanna try to [Dougie D] Watch a G, but can't stop a G How many of y'all, gon knock a G Peep me, rolling in a candy Ain't no doubt about it, baby We be wrecking shop, and showing skills Turning hoe heads, with a wood wheel Piece and chain, with shining gold grill Man y'all know, the South is so real Down for the green, to make the world see It's all about, my family and me I ride for y'all, and y'all ride for me Guerilla Maab, what I'm fucking When I leave the streets Boys talk down, and steady gon hate I'm still gon remain, to floss and scrape plates Trying to take mine, is a mistake When I might fuck around, with your fate You don't know, bitch you ain't heard We be G's, that slang and serve Smoked out, and we sipping on syrup Fuck the streets, we fin to hop on curbs Break boys off, and let them boys know I be natural, with this flow When I come through, and knocking down do's Like Fat Pat, sitting in the side poles [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Ultimate powers, beyond belief While chiefing a sweeter leaf Always strapped, in a white tank top And I keep my britches, without a crease But I gotta keep, my progress on the low Everybody wanna talk down, on Z-Ro Got a verb and attack, that'll break they back And can't nobody talk down, on the flo' Too many of these fellas, thinking they bulletproof That's why, they misbehaving Run your bad ass, up in Ridgemont And you'll be dead, before you reach Vetaken See I'm a killa for real, no fake AK's Automatic guns, grenades and AK's In the midst of confusion, hollin' out Houston We have a problem, better say may-day But I really be coming, to get these boys I'm really, fin to wet these boys The voice in my head, say don't go FED Better charge that there, and don't sweat them boys Don't let them boys, get up under your skin Why you in the game, if you ain't trying to win I gotta put up the Shwin, and hop in a Benz In a cool sticking in it, with new rich friends But I don't change, I'm still the same Still throwed in the game, with a lil bit of fame Running up on me, that's your life Why you wanna leave, your kids and wife Why they wanna see me, off my game Didn't wanna come around, till I had a name But now you, really don't want none of these G's Keep watching me, if you can see overseas [Hook - 2x] |
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