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The Kele language, or Lokele, is a Bantu language spoken in the Democratic Republic of the Congo by the Kele people. Foma (Lifoma) is a dialect. more »

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My mama taught me how to get it
My daddy always been a hustla
My niggas riding 'til the finish
And bout that playing you'll get touched up
The bitch be going crazy in it
Buss in her mouth like a Gusher
I know Fasho I can't trust her
Them diamonds yellow like mustard
Sauce drippin' it's floating like Peter Pan
I'm trippin' been smoking on green again
Asked her if she smoked and gave her good dope
She sippin' on lean again
She touching her toes, that dick make her choke
Then ask can I meet her friend
Swear that bitch nasty like Trina, man
D'usse got her loose for the threesome, man
I hold it down for the team
Rest in peace to Pops and Wanda Jean
Gwap spent a week up in his jeans
He been serving work off to the feinds
Only time that I speak it's bout cabbage
I can't f*ck with no hoe that got baggage
Keep it tucked, if he jump, let him have it
Think he tough, now it's up, that shit tragic

I told my niggas don't change up
I know Fasho that they won't fold
Family first how they raised us
My brother never broke the code
Silent struggles when I came up
But that's some shit they'd never know
These some stories never told
It's still some shit I never told
I told my niggas don't change up
I know Fasho that they won't fold
Family first how they raised us
My brother never broke the code
Silent struggles when I came up
But that's some shit they'd never know
These some stories never told
It's still some shit I never told

My old bitch be geeking off ecstacy
With no check that Lil hoe can't sit next to me
Put that ice on her neck, buss a play that's a bet
Gotta sugar mama, her name Beverly
She be cleaning the crib playing Teddy P
Hit my jack on the flip, ain't no texting me
Talk that shit out his neck, just put two in his vest
Bet that pussy nigga gone quit testing me
Bust a play bout fourteen for eleven
Sent me three and flipped that shit to seven
While you niggas tricking hoes and flexing
I be building credit and investing
Pull the roof back, sit and think in it
Yeti mug chilled with the drink in it
Unc got sprite with some pink in it
Big woods rolled with the stink in it
I just locked the summer, ain't playing games
Can't put trust in no hoe, they forever change
Munns and Dokes 'til I go, they forever gang
Got that stick, make it tick, bombs away like Dame
Got that drip, make ya slip like ya bitch just came
I can't trip bout that shit cause Im getting paid
Saving tips, make em flip til my living change
Put that tip to his lip swear that bitch was gay

I told my niggas don't change up
I know Fasho that they won't fold
Family first how they raised us
My brother never broke the code
Silent struggles when I came up
But that's some shit they'd never know
These some stories never told
It's still some shit I never told
I told my niggas don't change up
I know Fasho that they won't fold
Family first how they raised us
My brother never broke the code
Silent struggles when I came up
But that's some shit they'd never know
These some stories never told
It's still some shit I never told

It's still some shit that I ain't told
It's still some shit that I ain't told

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