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Young Kee - Sit Back (intro) Lyrics



Young Kee - Sit Back (intro) Lyrics
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Everybody in my circle already know it
Makin all this money, bitch I'm kinda kalifa ima blow it
Neck, wrist, ice gettin frozen
And don't you try to take it, Cause the semi gon hit you in the colon
Edgar Allen bitch wit this wok, Ima poet
Stevie wonder, shit yea I'm rich, I ain't show it
My bitch like Clayton kershaw Wit that ass when she walk up on the field yea you know she gon throw it
Coke on the bristle, It ain't gotta name, But we call that shit white cause it's whiter than Chrystal
I ain't really fw the rats like splinter all these lil bitty bitches be movin judicial
Hit her then slide on her ma even tho she 45 man the bitch really lookin like Mitchell
I ain't really want her if the titties don't jiggle
Crew full of dawgs feel like dr. dolittle
How we gon slide you ain't get yo get back
Maro take off burnt rubber sit back
Fire on the beat movin like a lit match
Snipin on shit like a Florida jit yak
Hunnid round drum gon hit you get back
Chillin wit Craig, come and get you list that
Shit you dropped flopped Ima take it flip that
Yo music like rocks, ima pick and skip that
She ain't goin both ways Ion really like her
Errybody want her, Ima lock it like Tyler
Changin the flow, like yo bitch ona diaper
Yo bitch a crack head like cart off the wires
Stabbing on the Mike like myers
Runnin on the beat like usain, I ain't even tired
Blowin shit down like dryers, and we just keep rotating bitches like they was some tires
Baby ion know who ya mans is
I can see you losing, wit me then you ottawin like Kansas
I could paint the picture like a canvas
It's me, you some bottles, we chillin where the bands is
Ion really know what ya plans is
But if you tryna link then baby you gotta understand this
You can not break my commandments
And definitely don't be wit rats, I can't fw Francis
Beat goin fast, I'm faster
Keepin it a buck wit the adults and kids like a pasture
Try to play wit Kee a disaster
And if you had one bitch before, You gon lose her after
Bitch going all in, like Barry, shit getting scary, wait hold up but I ain't even flash her
You ain't even popped her cherry, fly like fairy
You jus climbin up the ladder
I'm flying they climbing like monkeys
Back schoolyard, bitch bad You be chillin wit the junkies
We just been counting up money
F*ckin yo bitch on coke, she bump it like young kee
In the lamb truck like lucki
You ain't even stop for the gas when you seen us at bucees
Fryin like chicken, Kentucky
This k f'd c, my Glock man, he ain't even study
He ain't do research
Brand new merch drop, face on a t-shirt
I just keep spinning, and I don't be playing wit them, like I'm in the motherf*ckin bleachers, sum like teacher
Ima just run this song, gon hit you from the toe, it's Kee ion really do features
Yea my money too long, my ice gon glow, it's me hittin bombs like seager
Me hittin bombs like Corey
Hit wit that rico, and that's just me telling my story
Ima give god that glory
Cause I just keep swimming in money, I'm feelin like dory
I just keep swipin like swiper
Bad bitch, makeup, fake tits, ion even like her
So she can hitched like hiker
Get your own ride then ion even really wanna drive her
She don't gotta work that's crazy
Been on the block since a young boy, 38 baby
Sealin on the pack like the navy
Ima just duck twelve, I ain't really f*ckin wit Brady
Way yo gang move that shady
We just gon slide like butter we movin like Gravy
Pockets looking slim on shady
We just gon step back hit you from the deep Mcgrady
Maro take off, yea in the drop top
Ion really smoke, but the Stu a hot box
Bitch tryna hit me ion wan talk
Life support plugged in, like you on aux
You could get locked up, like you got caught
You could get cracked joke like a knock knock
You gon get cut. Put you on the chop block
And Ion want yo bitch cause she really not hot
(Hot, hot)
Maro take off burnt rubber sit back
Fire on the beat movin like a lit match
Snipin on shit like a Florida jit yak
Hunnid round drum gon hit you get back
Chillin wit Craig, come and get you list that
Shit you dropped flopped, Ima take it flip that
And yo music like rocks, ima pick and skip that
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Everybody in my circle already know it
Makin all this money, bitch I'm kinda kalifa ima blow it
Neck, wrist, ice gettin frozen
And don't you try to take it, Cause the semi gon hit you in the colon
Edgar Allen bitch wit this wok, Ima poet
Stevie wonder, shit yea I'm rich, I ain't show it
My bitch like Clayton kershaw Wit that ass when she walk up on the field yea you know she gon throw it
Coke on the bristle, It ain't gotta name, But we call that shit white cause it's whiter than Chrystal
I ain't really fw the rats like splinter all these lil bitty bitches be movin judicial
Hit her then slide on her ma even tho she 45 man the bitch really lookin like Mitchell
I ain't really want her if the titties don't jiggle
Crew full of dawgs feel like dr. dolittle
How we gon slide you ain't get yo get back
Maro take off burnt rubber sit back
Fire on the beat movin like a lit match
Snipin on shit like a Florida jit yak
Hunnid round drum gon hit you get back
Chillin wit Craig, come and get you list that
Shit you dropped flopped Ima take it flip that
Yo music like rocks, ima pick and skip that
She ain't goin both ways Ion really like her
Errybody want her, Ima lock it like Tyler
Changin the flow, like yo bitch ona diaper
Yo bitch a crack head like cart off the wires
Stabbing on the Mike like myers
Runnin on the beat like usain, I ain't even tired
Blowin shit down like dryers, and we just keep rotating bitches like they was some tires
Baby ion know who ya mans is
I can see you losing, wit me then you ottawin like Kansas
I could paint the picture like a canvas
It's me, you some bottles, we chillin where the bands is
Ion really know what ya plans is
But if you tryna link then baby you gotta understand this
You can not break my commandments
And definitely don't be wit rats, I can't fw Francis
Beat goin fast, I'm faster
Keepin it a buck wit the adults and kids like a pasture
Try to play wit Kee a disaster
And if you had one bitch before, You gon lose her after
Bitch going all in, like Barry, shit getting scary, wait hold up but I ain't even flash her
You ain't even popped her cherry, fly like fairy
You jus climbin up the ladder
I'm flying they climbing like monkeys
Back schoolyard, bitch bad You be chillin wit the junkies
We just been counting up money
F*ckin yo bitch on coke, she bump it like young kee
In the lamb truck like lucki
You ain't even stop for the gas when you seen us at bucees
Fryin like chicken, Kentucky
This k f'd c, my Glock man, he ain't even study
He ain't do research
Brand new merch drop, face on a t-shirt
I just keep spinning, and I don't be playing wit them, like I'm in the motherf*ckin bleachers, sum like teacher
Ima just run this song, gon hit you from the toe, it's Kee ion really do features
Yea my money too long, my ice gon glow, it's me hittin bombs like seager
Me hittin bombs like Corey
Hit wit that rico, and that's just me telling my story
Ima give god that glory
Cause I just keep swimming in money, I'm feelin like dory
I just keep swipin like swiper
Bad bitch, makeup, fake tits, ion even like her
So she can hitched like hiker
Get your own ride then ion even really wanna drive her
She don't gotta work that's crazy
Been on the block since a young boy, 38 baby
Sealin on the pack like the navy
Ima just duck twelve, I ain't really f*ckin wit Brady
Way yo gang move that shady
We just gon slide like butter we movin like Gravy
Pockets looking slim on shady
We just gon step back hit you from the deep Mcgrady
Maro take off, yea in the drop top
Ion really smoke, but the Stu a hot box
Bitch tryna hit me ion wan talk
Life support plugged in, like you on aux
You could get locked up, like you got caught
You could get cracked joke like a knock knock
You gon get cut. Put you on the chop block
And Ion want yo bitch cause she really not hot
(Hot, hot)
Maro take off burnt rubber sit back
Fire on the beat movin like a lit match
Snipin on shit like a Florida jit yak
Hunnid round drum gon hit you get back
Chillin wit Craig, come and get you list that
Shit you dropped flopped, Ima take it flip that
And yo music like rocks, ima pick and skip that
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Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: young kee
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