Lite Fortunato - Keeping It Rare lyrics

[Lite Fortunato - Keeping It Rare lyrics]

(R-R-R-Rxlvnd) (Okay, Embasin, whatever)
Uno I killed it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a, hmm, I'm keeping it player
Got on Margiela, I'm keeping it rare
She fuck with me 'cause I be keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I'm keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I be keeping it rare
I'm with the gang throwing straps in the air
Turned to a devil on niggas
Like how would you dare
Pussy on me in the fss, fss
Niggas is pussy, on me
I'm keeping it player
Pussy ho, I can smell it in the air
Popped a lil' boy like a bottle of Bel Air

I popped up to the party
With drugs in my body
I got guns on my body, I got hoes on my body
Scat with the Mac 'cause
I don't trust nobody and my bitch
She got back 'cause I pay for her body
And I chill with them killers
I chill with the villains
I get off the narcs and I roll to the ceiling
This shit get to your heart
I'm in love with the feeling
No baby don't try
If you try then I kill you
In the shop with a Glock in my pocket
Hit with the killers
My boys don't to Tik Tok
And the beef came with cheese
We made a lil' pit stop
We rockstars, we blackout
We moving like Slipknot
And I'm keeping it player
I'm keeping it real
And my bitch want bundles, I pay for her hair
Ooh, yeah, I'm keeping it rare
Ooh, damn, I'm keeping it rare
Archive Margiela, keeping it rare
The Rick Owens jacket, the reason they stare
Ooh, yeah, I'm keeping it player
My bitch from Decatur, my hoes they all cater
Got sticks in the trap and
We move like Al Qaeda
I'm dressed in all black
Bitch I move like Darth Vader
Yeah I roll up the pack and
You know I'ma raid it
They know I'm the one
I'm the one like the savior

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a, hmm, I'm keeping it player
Got on Margiela, I'm keeping it rare
She fuck with me 'cause I be keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I'm keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I be keeping it rare
I'm with the gang throwing straps in the air
Turned to a devil on niggas
Like how would you dare
Pussy on me in the fss, fss
Niggas is pussy, on me
I'm keeping it player
Pussy ho, I can smell it in the air
Popped a lil' boy like a bottle of Bel Air

Better beware, this is a warning
I was that boy since the day I was born
Know I could never conform to the norm
I cannot beef with these niggas
They not that important
How could you trust a
Nigga that never perform
Do it myself, I ain't tootin' no horns
I been doing this shit
They tryna act like I'm foreign
Pay me respect, they can't even afford
In the coupe
Break her back what I open the doors
It's time to brag on these lil' bitty boys
It's time to order the whores
It's time to repent and put
Faith in the lord

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a, hmm, I'm keeping it player
Got on Margiela, I'm keeping it rare
She fuck with me 'cause I be keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I'm keeping it rare
She loving me 'cause I be keeping it rare
I'm with the gang throwing straps in the air
Turned to a devil on niggas
Like how would you dare
Pussy on me in the fss, fss
Niggas is pussy, on me
I'm keeping it player
Pussy ho, I can smell it in the air
Popped a lil' boy like a bottle of Bel Air

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