Shoulda Been

By Lil Keed

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[Intro]

I promise you AJ

Shit will touch souls AJ

That beat touch a nigga soul

(AJ Stay Workin, on God)


[Chorus]

Shoulda been greedy, every chance I got

Coulda been the nigga who never helped ya out

Ridin solo with that drake, yeah I air ya out

Stop talkin too much, my bankroll sayin a lot

You know I change ya life

My pants polkadot, but ain't nothin gay, cuz I fuck around with ya wife

My shooters certified, they hit ya eyes, can't see the light

Yeah the chopper that I know get the dope and bake a pie


[Verse 1]

Fuck a opp, fuck the back and forth, send a dot

Treat it like a birthday, give a nigga a surprise

Nigga talkin brazy gangster, but they scared to die

Fold her up, and beat hеr guts, and pick her up, cuz she fun sized

Yеs, I broke the dashboard, we were slidin all the traffic

Yes, I'm ridin by myself, but just know I ain't ever lackin

Yes, you say you gon step, lace to boost and get it clappin

When that stick hit his face, and hit his chest, it leave him absent

Like my lil brother Slimelife said

Yeah, he got hit with that lead, now he dead

Yeah, we slide that Bentayga on Expressway

Yeah, she said she straight but in strip club she gay


[Chorus]

Shoulda been greedy, every chance I got

Coulda been the nigga who never helped ya out

Ridin solo with that drake, yeah I air ya out

Stop talkin too much, my bankroll sayin a lot

You know I change ya life

My pants polkadot, but ain't nothin gay, cuz I fuck around with ya wife

My shooters certified, they hit ya eyes, can't see the light

Yeah the chopper that I know get the dope and bake a pie


[Verse 2]

223, extensive 2s in the clips

Yeah, that 57 carry baby chopper bullets

I'm a big dog, I ain't never been a bully

Who you think you foolin, y'all niggas coochie

Yes, she bounce that ass on the dick, yeah she sloppy toppy moppy

? throat, tongue and spit

Y'all niggas mad like a wet pussy

Yeah, I'm having drip, Yeah 31 shot, Yeah the Glock come with a dick

Yeah, we crash out all ya boys for the riches

Yeah that Slatt chain a choker, Y'all niggas will never get it

Yeah, Thug came and save me, when I was down on my dick

Yeah that had to why I spit?

(cuz I'm the realest)


[Chorus]

Shoulda been greedy, every chance I got

Coulda been the nigga who never helped ya out

Ridin solo with that drake, yeah I air ya out

Stop talkin too much, my bankroll sayin a lot

You know I change ya life

My pants polkadot, but ain't nothin gay, cuz I fuck around with ya wife

My shooters certified, they hit ya eyes, can't see the light

Yeah the chopper that I know get the dope and bake a pie