Top Songs By Lil' Keke
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Keke
Performer
Big Pokey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Edwards
Songwriter
Milton Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clay Maker
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Let's do this shit right
Clean Maker exclusive
You know, to be exact
This me and Big Pokey, last freestyle
Two of the best to ever do it
Let's ride
[Verse 1]
Don Ke on the mic once again (Once again)
Yeah, I'm real cozy, like a den in the drop (Drop)
Sittin' on the leather (Leather)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma shine any weather (Weather)
Yeah, the candy gloss (Gloss)
Sittin' like a boss (Boss)
Crawlin' down the boulevard, summertime floss
Yeah, I'm in the lac (Lac)
Leather in the back (Back)
I wouldn't give a damn, slab king on the track and on the fuckin' car (Car)
I'ma start it, do it great (Great)
**** talkin' down, I'm still wetter than a lake (Lake)
Wetter than a ocean (Yeah), in slow motion (I swear)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma, I'ma
Cause commotion on the block when a **** raise up (Up)
Look at Don Ke got that purple in the cup (Cup)
Purple in the gas (Gas), sittin' in my cigar (-Gar)
I wouldn't give a damn, I'm a neighborhood star (Star)
Herschelwood my block, I'm 'bout to clean up the floor (Floor)
Don Ke freestyle King, not a ho
Everything slow (Slow), the drop movin' fast (Fast)
I wouldn't give a damn, ninety thousand spent cash
[Bridge]
Ha ha, that's that big Texas shit
You know, big, gray tape classic cassette shit
Off the dome, no pen, no pass shit
Dina, talk to 'em
[Verse 2]
Yeah, got it in the stash
Yeah, I get they cash and a **** move fast
Straight off the stone, crawling on they chrome
Talking on my phone, riding with a redbone
I set the tone, I'm a G ****
Audible, the player call the flea flicker
****, yeah, it's the Dina, I still rock arena
And playin' fuckin' games don't get popped up with the Nina
It's me, certified G
****, get it in and get it off like a key
Zone for zone, ****, and a **** don't play
And where a **** play, that's where that motherfucker lay
He stay, I swear, I go and cop a pair
And **** out here hatin', but it's hard, but it's fair
Yeah, I blow a square, put that bitch up in the air
Yeah, and I'm ridin', ridin' 'fist to drop the fuckin' spare
The fifth wheel, yeah
**** know this how to spliff feel
Wanna ride around, ****, and I grip wheel
Wood grain, flossin' through the hood
Yellowstone, Texas, yeah, it's all good
7-7-0-2-1, that shit gangsta
Yeah, it goin' down for real, them **** wanksta
We wouldn't give a damn 'bout a ho
Yeah, it goin' down, we gon' mash for them
Yeah, ****
Written by: Clayce Jr. Singletary, Marcus Edwards, Milton Powell