DJ Spinatik - Keeper lyrics

rate me

feat. Young Scooter, Rich The Kid & Yung Dred

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin

I just fucked your bitch, yeah

And then she call and said that hella sex is

You can have your bitch, yeah

You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her

I don’t need her

She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper

I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her

She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper

Pull up in that Aston Martin with 25 bricks

Black C cone, not the check, I got your bitch

Pull up to the club, nigga, you can have her back

She a black amigo girl, now you know she ‘bout the sack

Pull up in that Aston Martin with 25 bricks

Black C cone, not the check, I got your bitch

Pull up to the club, nigga, you can have her back

She a black amigo girl, now you know she ‘bout the sack

Counting, counting bands, that’s so rare around my racks

I don’t need you, hoe, if you ain’t tryna trigger check

Put that bitch out that Aston Martin for talking bad

And gave her five bands, told her never call me back

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin

I just fucked your bitch, yeah

And then she call and said that hella sex is

You can have your bitch, yeah

You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her

I don’t need her

She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper

I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her

She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper

I don't really want her, but I fuck her like I need her

Little bad bitch from the hood, think her name Anita

She come through on the late night and she a eater

I finessed her out her panties, now she wanna meet the family

Skirtt, skirtt gone, and don't be calling my phone

I hoped off in that Ghost and I told a hoe to get ghost

I’m a rich nigga, young brick flipper, came up on six figures

Throwing the racks, we getting them bags, I’m plug, nigga, finessing the pack

Fucking your bitch now giving her back, I leave her, know I don’t need her

I got Keisha and Aisha still riding around with that Nini in that Aston Martin two-seater

I just fucked your bitch, have a nano clip on that drone, nigga, have ‘em talking to Chiquita

Ok, I pull up in that Aston Martin

I just fucked your bitch, yeah

And then she call and said that hella sex is

You can have your bitch, yeah

You can have your bitch, I don’t want her, I don’t love her

I don’t need her

She a freak, bet you think that she a keeper

I don’t want her, I don’t love her, I don’t need her

She a hoe but you thinking she a keeper