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French Montana - Keep It Real ft. EST Gee [Official Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Performer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Performer
EST Gee
EST Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Composer
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer

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(La musica de Harry Fraud) Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (perfect) I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans ('burbans) Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (hockey) They done dragged me through the mud, but them boys couldn't stop me Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) I'm a shooter in my city like KD (KD) Walkin' through the field like I'm AB (AB) It's not the palace, it's the pit (it's the pit) Walkin' through your hood with my stick (bah, bah, baow) Get it from the mud, dirt cheap (dirt cheap) Had the block clickin' like Adele first week Fifty mill' strong if you're talkin' ten year challenge Money, bitches, power, hunnid, fifties, and thousands (thousands) Cruisin' with the Uzi like I'm JT (JT) If you see me with my beanie like a steak peek (steak peek) Them Coke Wave boys put the pain in it Max got still for five, Chinx put the yay' in it, haan (yay' in it) Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (perfect) I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (brr, brr) Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (hockey) They done dragged me through the mud, but them boys couldn't stop me Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) Uh, I be in the Lamb' (yeah), trill' buy a Lamb' Switched to a brick, I ain't never did a scam Knee-deep in ten, knee-deep in my beef We was hoppin' out of vans tryna stand over your mans (grr) With a big fire, sell meant fail (turn up) Case it 'cause I can, nigga, who gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?) Big old choppy, moppy, clean his oxy Impatient, God to gangstas, I point my off-free (my off-free) Niggas close on my foes, could've knee-dot, uh (knee-dot) I ain't trippin', it's fuck 'em dead, 'cause it was fuck the label I ain't tryna go like Biggie, they trill mean they trill 'Cause every city hop out with my blicky, trigger finger itchy (brrt, brrt) Shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (perfect) I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (brr, brr) Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (hockey) They done dragged me through the mud, but them boys couldn't stop me Slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) I be slidin' through your hood with my haan (haan) You know the vibe (vibe), you know the vibe (vibe) (Haan), shorty keep it real, it's better than bein' perfect (perfect) I pull up in a foreign and my shooter's in suburbans (brr, brr) Icy with a stick on me, like I'm playin' hockey (hockey) Watch how you talkin', all the boys get cocky (get cocky)
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Fred Lowinger, Rory William Quigley, Dane Emerson Orr, George A. Stone Iii, Lindsay Lucas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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