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key to the streets (remix)

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[Intro: 2 Chainz] Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I got the keys to the Wraith Inside look like outer space, uh uh I had a meal with no plate I take myself out on dates, uh uh I got the key to the mansion Ho call my phone, I don’t answer I fuck a bitch on a Banshee My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh I got the key to the Maybach I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh I got a .38 special It got black tape ‘round the handle, uh uh I got a lock on my shoe That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah Rest in peace Johnny, man He had more keys than Khaled, yeah, uh All of my flows is violent All of my hoes is solid All of my hoes is naughty When they expose their body They got a pole beside it Don’t need no clothes beside it All of my hoes excited If you got gas then light it Got you a case? Then fight it Empty the safe deposit, uh uh [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him When it’s extra on it, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at? Yeah I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat, you probably was a rat Snitch, I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap Bakin’ soda wrapped, tryna get a big amount Niggas lyin’, talkin’ bout key, can’t even get around Niggas lyin’, talkin’ bout key, keychain don’t make a sound I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown, nigga yeah [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag I had no idea that shit was 30 bands Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels I got the key to the streets on my key chain Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name And these hoes the same We were supposed to change since Dr. King We shall overcome, we never overcame I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game Then it’s all about the final score of the game I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine, now we fuck more Gave my daughter the game, niggas all the same And I done broke every heart but yours I just pulled off from the gun store And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours I got the keys to the streets But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’, now she lookin’ khaki I’m lookin’ for it, purple Actav’, I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy, I’ma take a power nap Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap Plus I’m on so much shit my insides feelin’ like a lava lamp Anybody trip, collar flap You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets

Vertaling

[Intro: 2 Chainz] Ja, 2 Chainz, whoa [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I got the keys to the Wraith Inside look like outer space, uh uh I had a meal with no plate I take myself out on dates, uh uh I got the key to the mansion Ho bel mijn telefoon, ik neem niet op I fuck a bitch on a Banshee My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh I got the key to the Maybach I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh I got a .38 special It got black tape ‘round the handle, uh uh I got a lock on my shoe Dat is een Buscemi patroon, ja Rust in vrede Johnny, man Hij had meer sleutels dan Khaled, yeah, uh All of my flows is violent All of my hoes is solid All of my hoes is naughty When they expose their body Ze hebben een paal ernaast Hebben geen kleren ernaast nodig Al mijn hoeren zijn opgewonden Als je gas hebt, steek het dan aan Heb je een zaak? Vecht er dan tegen Empty the safe deposit, uh uh [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels Ik zou je hoer kunnen neuken en haar rekeningen betalen Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] We hebben de sleutel, we hebben de sleutel, we hebben de sleutel, nigga Zet er wat extra op, laat je partner met hem bloeden Als er extra op zit, is het niet gegarandeerd, nigga Ik heb er wat extra’s op gezet, kan niet geloven dat ik het verkocht heb I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that Ik kijk naar m’n enkel en vraag me af waar de liefde is. Yeah Ik ben al aan het jongleren sinds ik een rugrat was, jij was waarschijnlijk een rat. Verrader, ik heb deals gesloten lang voor de rap. Bakin ‘soda verpakt, tryna get a big amount Negers liegen, praten over de sleutel, kunnen niet eens rondkomen Negers liegen, praten over sleutels, sleutelhanger maakt geen geluid I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown, nigga yeah [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels Ik zou je hoer kunnen neuken en haar rekeningen betalen Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag I had no idea that shit was 30 bands Fuck het platencontract, ik heb sex appeal Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels Ik heb de sleutel van de straat aan mijn sleutelhanger Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name And these hoes the same We werden verondersteld te veranderen sinds Dr. King We zullen overwinnen, we hebben nooit overwonnen Ik neem het spel over, en als je denkt dat het een spel is Dan gaat het allemaal om de eindstand van het spel Ik stopte mijn ellende in het spel, ik stopte mijn hoer op de ‘caine, nu neuken we meer Gaf mijn dochter de game, niggas all the same And I done broke every heart but yours I just pulled off from the gun store En de Azure was iets dat je de jouwe zal doen wegstoppen I got the keys to the streets But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it Nu kijkt ze er naar, nu kijkt ze naar mij Vlieg haar naar Miami, nu de teef tannin’, nu ze lookin’ khaki I’m lookin’ for it, purple Actav’, I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri In Cuba met mijn nigga Dirty Harry Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy, I’ma take a power nap Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap Plus ik heb zoveel shit op dat mijn binnenste aanvoelt als een lavalamp Anybody trip, collar flap You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga [Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci] I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah we were taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets