Lil Keed - Self Employed (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Keed - Self Employed (en) Lyrics
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Grim, this shit hard as fuck
Grim got this shit poppin' (Yeah)
Slatt (Slatt)
Yeah, come through lookin’
like the money
These chains on my neck real
water like tsunami
Red dark Dior shades and I ain't
see these bitches comin'
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I’m
lookin' like the drumline
Catch us in the yard, you cannot
cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self-paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie,
I gotta get paid
I ain't worry 'bout gettin' laid,
I fuck bitches every day
I pour up this codeine every day
I throw them dices, take
a gamble any day
Four, five, six, big six, big
trips, I'm gettin’ paid
White paint, blue stripes, red guts,
star-spangled bangin’ it
Stars on my pants and they
'Miri, y’all niggas can't
play with me ('Miri)
These niggas talkin' on Instagram, they
really scared of me (They pussy)
I would’ve had Mexico chop your head
off and bring it back to me
So y'all niggas so lucky (You lucky)
Yeah, you know I fucked your ho,
so I know why you muggin'
Yeah, that throat was super
deep and that pussy was bustin'
(I'm tellin' you)
Tryna make money while I'm sleep, yeah,
that's my type of hustle (Shit)
Yeah, come through lookin'
like the money
Big drum on a stick, yeah, I'm
lookin' like the drumline
Yeah, my old school got racing
tires, it's American muscle
(American muscle)
I ran this water by G Diamonds, that's
my motherfuckin' brother
Yeah, Vonte hit my phone, told
me, "Keep on the hustle"
Yeah, long live T-Shyne, he
whip that car like no other
(Long live T-Shyne)
I can't fuck with y'all lil' niggas,
it's just my pride or somethin'
(Pride or somethin')
If you ever see me in Blaze,
just know I'm packin' a gun
And I ain't lackin' for nothin'
Me and all these strippers lockin' eyes
'cause they lookin' for money
I'm a soldier in these streets
and I swear that I'm gunnin'
Ain't gotta act gangster with
you, know I get you a goner
Yeah, these figures, they quadruplin',
I ain't got no diploma
Tell my teacher, "Would
you look at that?"
I remember sittin' in the back
Slatt
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