Bktherula - Keep da K Lyrics

song lyrics 'Keep da K' by Bktherula. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song Keep da K: I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap She bad on IG I’ma double tap You trap and you hard, man, that’s double cap Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me...". You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.

Keep da K Lyrics

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Lean)

BK, shit, shit, yeah (Lean? L-E-A-N?)

Alexander, that’s on my ass

Hitting her phone ’til she on my ass

I don’t give a fuck if it’s ’bout to pass

Love this bitch but I don’t think we gon’ last

First place, nigga coming in last

Let shit slide, I’ma run it right back

I leave that ho and she running right back

Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag

I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap

She bad on IG, I’ma double tap

You trap and you hard, man, that’s double cap

Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap

Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me

Had a bad day so he weep on me

With the gang, nigga, eight plus three

What you want? Why you hate on me?

You cannot fucking play with me (play with me)

BK, keep the K with me (K with me)

Give her the boot, you can’t stay with me (graah)

Call of Duty, keep that ray with me (graah)

Pack came, nigga, know I’ma flip it

That bitch attach like a motherfucking sticky

Fah fah, make a move and stick it

How many does it take, you get it?

How many does it take to get it?

How many bullets it take to rip it?

7.62s hit your fucking fitted

Hoodie on me and it’s large, can’t fit it

I cannot wait to say I did it

Paycheck is my daily spending

Coupe thief in the night ’cause it’s tinted

High as hell off this Perc’ 10

Alexander, that’s on my ass

Hitting her phone ’til she on my ass

I don’t give a fuck if it’s ’bout to pass

Love this bitch but I don’t think we gon’ last

First place, nigga coming in last

Let shit slide, I’ma run it right back

I leave that ho and she running right back

Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag

Santana, Santana

Santana, Santan

Uh, Santana

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