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Keys To The Crib Lyrics

from Chop Forever

"Keys To The Crib" is track #16 on the album Chop Forever. It was written by David Styles, William Roberts.
"Keys To The Crib" is track #16 on the album Chop Forever. It was written by David Styles, William Roberts.

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[Hook: Rick Ross]
I got them kis in the crib
You wouldnt find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, its real
It aint cheese if its less than a mil
I think Im losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like its my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
Im riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air em out
Bitches a motion picture, Im picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young niggas doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
Im trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and Im with whatever
Kis to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil plus til we rich forever


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is younguns with this trash to sell
They got some COs that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funerals never cool, nigga, pass the steel
Im a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
Thats one of few names thatll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
Im the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink


[Verse 3: Styles P]
Kis in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario something go wrong, its a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
Thatll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know Im living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie


David Styles, William Roberts

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.


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