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Keep playin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Vita ABM
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Vitalien Citadelle




Vita ABM - Keep playin' Lyrics
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Can you remember
The rain
Can you remember
The rain
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face
That by myself
That by myself
My niggas they step one two step
Can't tell you in depth ABM what I rep
Up fo' the sun all my sons overslept
These niggas be loafing and don't get no bread
They refusing the truth cause it hard to accept
I just sending cross bars they go over your head
Hit the mall with my dawgs they going overprotect
Paramedics on sight might go over and help
Come f*ck with the gang we get guap where I come from
Don't worry bout them they ain't bout none
They be talking they shit let they mouth run
I does run with some shit tell them outrun
Stick to your base I might out one
I does feel like I drake cuz I up one
Give two f*cks bout your bag I run up one
If I rich or I broke nothing but ones
Keep playin'
If it ain't about money what I keep sayin'
Pay the cost to be the boss I going keep payin'
Since they sleep on they self tell' em keep layin
I don't do no rap beef tell' em keep lying
When I rap on these beats why they keep dying?
I does spit like a Glock I just keep firing
Hit a snake in the grass I just keep finding
Why these niggas feel hit? Cuz they keep sliming
Crack me a seal and I feel like a narco moving that weight like Pablo
I need a Griselda Blanco
I just painting a picture like Van Gogh
All I see is green lights dawg I can't go
See that white and blue stripe leave the van go
Buss a right hit the gas let we man go
Outta sight outta mind now we man ghost
(Find me a bag I going run it up booth I going burn it down
Track I going f*ck it up pack I going buss it down
Think about running up)
Find me a bag I going run it up booth I going burn it down
Track I going f*ck it up pack I going buss it down
Think about running up burn him up
I does stay in lane I does run up bucks
Hear these niggas like playing and I ain't the one
I just like to get paid I like making funds
I in the zoo with the apes gotta make it fun
From French Quarter to France they know where I from
Always money with me they know how I how come
I don't pay in advance when the package come
Every gram in it za this a exotic pound
Ask bro bout the blue kush we had in town
Real life I does speak not no runaround
Man went rat to the cheese bout I f*ck around
Then going say that I wrong if I run em down
I come up off vacancy
I turn the trap house to a agency
Want me fall off tell' em wait and see
I plan this shit here out from A to Z
The life I live fast but they pray for me
Skinny but carry the weight with me
In my bag like the money I bring with me
I going let it be known that's a thing with me
I leave my bro know when he f*cking up
But that's me and the bro don't f*ck with us
Trap does be jumping like double Dutch
I could never change up bout a couple bucks
We don't kick it like FIFA can't run with us
Gotta be your own boss ain't no running us
F*cked up bout the streets that what come with us
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Can you remember
The rain
Can you remember
The rain
You left me for somebody else
Now I must face
That by myself
That by myself
My niggas they step one two step
Can't tell you in depth ABM what I rep
Up fo' the sun all my sons overslept
These niggas be loafing and don't get no bread
They refusing the truth cause it hard to accept
I just sending cross bars they go over your head
Hit the mall with my dawgs they going overprotect
Paramedics on sight might go over and help
Come f*ck with the gang we get guap where I come from
Don't worry bout them they ain't bout none
They be talking they shit let they mouth run
I does run with some shit tell them outrun
Stick to your base I might out one
I does feel like I drake cuz I up one
Give two f*cks bout your bag I run up one
If I rich or I broke nothing but ones
Keep playin'
If it ain't about money what I keep sayin'
Pay the cost to be the boss I going keep payin'
Since they sleep on they self tell' em keep layin
I don't do no rap beef tell' em keep lying
When I rap on these beats why they keep dying?
I does spit like a Glock I just keep firing
Hit a snake in the grass I just keep finding
Why these niggas feel hit? Cuz they keep sliming
Crack me a seal and I feel like a narco moving that weight like Pablo
I need a Griselda Blanco
I just painting a picture like Van Gogh
All I see is green lights dawg I can't go
See that white and blue stripe leave the van go
Buss a right hit the gas let we man go
Outta sight outta mind now we man ghost
(Find me a bag I going run it up booth I going burn it down
Track I going f*ck it up pack I going buss it down
Think about running up)
Find me a bag I going run it up booth I going burn it down
Track I going f*ck it up pack I going buss it down
Think about running up burn him up
I does stay in lane I does run up bucks
Hear these niggas like playing and I ain't the one
I just like to get paid I like making funds
I in the zoo with the apes gotta make it fun
From French Quarter to France they know where I from
Always money with me they know how I how come
I don't pay in advance when the package come
Every gram in it za this a exotic pound
Ask bro bout the blue kush we had in town
Real life I does speak not no runaround
Man went rat to the cheese bout I f*ck around
Then going say that I wrong if I run em down
I come up off vacancy
I turn the trap house to a agency
Want me fall off tell' em wait and see
I plan this shit here out from A to Z
The life I live fast but they pray for me
Skinny but carry the weight with me
In my bag like the money I bring with me
I going let it be known that's a thing with me
I leave my bro know when he f*cking up
But that's me and the bro don't f*ck with us
Trap does be jumping like double Dutch
I could never change up bout a couple bucks
We don't kick it like FIFA can't run with us
Gotta be your own boss ain't no running us
F*cked up bout the streets that what come with us
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Writer: Vitalien Citadelle
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