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Can't Keep Up Video (MV)




Performed By: PrinceTheRoc
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Prince Onyemeh-Sea
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PrinceTheRoc - Can't Keep Up Lyrics
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Go to war for my brothers them my niggas
Sold bows of Reggie them bitches all high ticket
Go way back way way back with them niggas
Tryna love on you different I always go missing
Can't keep up I be geeked up oh yea
Say sleep huh guess he weaka
Sleep huh? I don't see ya get them racks up
Nigga check my record started wit grams to getting them packs off
Hustle if you really want it
Don't got time fa no shordy
Hit a wood of that dodie
And get it till you see the morning sun
Grinding like I'm my brodie
I remember when ya ignored me
Patient wit all my motion, but Zack and Cody come getchu sum
Cuz we all fina eat
Back to back got my bitches from the east
Vs1 on my neck and on my teeth
This is jus a lil bite but we fina feast
U Can lead up a horse you can't makem drink
I can smell all the hate and ya really reek
Can't believe that you ain think I noticed it
Cut the fat hit the road and it's up wimme
Can't keep up I be geeked up oh yea
Say sleep huh guess he weaka
Sleep huh? I don't see ya get them racks up
Nigga check my record started wit grams to getting them packs off
Feels like I'm the last one who standing can you imagine?
Most them switch sides try to double back can you imagine ?
Code that I live by be seeming so foreign I can only imagine
Made it this far no money coming out but we putting cash in
Santi stamp on my weed
Every flavor I need it
Off the bleezy I'm freaky off this weekend I know you need it
F*ck around mistreat it it ain easy dealin wit peezy
Sometimes I jus be tweaking for no reason
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English

Go to war for my brothers them my niggas
Sold bows of Reggie them bitches all high ticket
Go way back way way back with them niggas
Tryna love on you different I always go missing
Can't keep up I be geeked up oh yea
Say sleep huh guess he weaka
Sleep huh? I don't see ya get them racks up
Nigga check my record started wit grams to getting them packs off
Hustle if you really want it
Don't got time fa no shordy
Hit a wood of that dodie
And get it till you see the morning sun
Grinding like I'm my brodie
I remember when ya ignored me
Patient wit all my motion, but Zack and Cody come getchu sum
Cuz we all fina eat
Back to back got my bitches from the east
Vs1 on my neck and on my teeth
This is jus a lil bite but we fina feast
U Can lead up a horse you can't makem drink
I can smell all the hate and ya really reek
Can't believe that you ain think I noticed it
Cut the fat hit the road and it's up wimme
Can't keep up I be geeked up oh yea
Say sleep huh guess he weaka
Sleep huh? I don't see ya get them racks up
Nigga check my record started wit grams to getting them packs off
Feels like I'm the last one who standing can you imagine?
Most them switch sides try to double back can you imagine ?
Code that I live by be seeming so foreign I can only imagine
Made it this far no money coming out but we putting cash in
Santi stamp on my weed
Every flavor I need it
Off the bleezy I'm freaky off this weekend I know you need it
F*ck around mistreat it it ain easy dealin wit peezy
Sometimes I jus be tweaking for no reason
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Writer: Prince Onyemeh-Sea
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