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Keep It Playa - OUT 12.16.2021

Lyrics:
Wake Em Up
Prod. By Bankroll Got It, Diego Ave and Donn Robb
Mixing & Mastering - Jack Bartlett

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can’t dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain’t bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me f*cked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club

It’s me Ms. Drama ready to cause problems
All kinda sh*t with you and yo baby momma
She talkin’ bout period, i’m lookin’ for a comma
Classy like Mitchelle and my bank on Obama
Need a man that respect me Philippe Patek me
Give me head not a headache don’t stress me
Love don’t cost a thing
And I don’t think you locked in with a diamond ring
That only makes you sorry
Behind the scenes we like Nicki and Safaree
On IG flexed up in your Ferrari
In your close friends with a b*tch eatin’ calamari
I wanna know what you take me for?
Yeah I met you in the club, but i’m not ya baby momma though
You wanna leave, let me close the door
Don’t need no crab @ss n*gga tryna keep me in a figure 4

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can’t dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain’t bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me f*cked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club

Ya n*gga tryna hollaaa, but i’m curvin’
Gotta find me a n*gga that’s worthy
Cuz he a clown @ss n*gga, Eddie Murphy
I’m finna sit court side in another n*gga’s jersey
How you let that b*tch call my phone
And she sendin’ me receipts, what type of sh*t you on?
I ain’t sittin’ all alone, stressin’ and cryin’ at home
I’m finna call Bankroll, I’m bout to make me a song (Bankroll Got It)
I’m tired of going through ya phone
It only prove that you did me wrong
She in ya phone shakin’ @ss in a tha tha thong
Your @ss is grass kiss my @ss
Boy i’m go go gone
What he don’t do, then another man will
To have me, man a n*gga would kill
Not Destiny, hell naw I can’t cater
Don’t want a Lil Baby, I’m feelin’ like Jayda

Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can’t dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain’t bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me f*cked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club

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