
Keep It Goin Shy Glizzy
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[Intro]
Young Jefe holmes
[Chorus]
This shit can get stressful, you ain't where you wanna be
Gotta take them risks if you ain't got no way to eat
And don't wait on nobody 'cause tomorrow ain't guaranteed
You gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' just like a G
I was chasing after you and now you chasing after me
Who would ever thought that I would be the one you need?
Girl they call me Jefe, spell it J-E-F-E
You gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' just like a G
[Verse 1]
Thinkin' 'bout all the shit I did and all the fuck niggas I had to meet
All the bitches I hit and when I see 'em now we don't speak
I'm thinkin' about my kid, how rich and handsome he gonna be
I'm thinkin' about my crib, how big is my mansion gonna be?
Tryna knock me off my throne, I'm here to tell you, no, you won't
Tell they ass get on, they was hatin' all along
Rob niggas for their phones, stole clothes and broke in homes
Real trapper talkin' dimes to a whole jawn
She told me I stay fly, baby I don't even try
I heard niggas was hatin', they don't even know why
You say you I ain't getting money, you's a motherfuckin' lie
Middle fingers to the sky, all these fuck niggas gon' die
Young Jefe holmes
[Chorus]
This shit can get stressful, you ain't where you wanna be
Gotta take them risks if you ain't got no way to eat
And don't wait on nobody 'cause tomorrow ain't guaranteed
You gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' just like a G
I was chasing after you and now you chasing after me
Who would ever thought that I would be the one you need?
Girl they call me Jefe, spell it J-E-F-E
You gotta keep it goin', keep it goin' just like a G
[Verse 1]
Thinkin' 'bout all the shit I did and all the fuck niggas I had to meet
All the bitches I hit and when I see 'em now we don't speak
I'm thinkin' about my kid, how rich and handsome he gonna be
I'm thinkin' about my crib, how big is my mansion gonna be?
Tryna knock me off my throne, I'm here to tell you, no, you won't
Tell they ass get on, they was hatin' all along
Rob niggas for their phones, stole clothes and broke in homes
Real trapper talkin' dimes to a whole jawn
She told me I stay fly, baby I don't even try
I heard niggas was hatin', they don't even know why
You say you I ain't getting money, you's a motherfuckin' lie
Middle fingers to the sky, all these fuck niggas gon' die
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