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Keke Palmer

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(album: Big Boss - 2023)


Doo-doo-doo, ah-ah, doo-doo-doo (Ooh)
Doo-doo-doo, ah-ah, doo-doo-doo

Wake up with no make up and smoke up my lungs (Kiss the sun)
Polish up my nails but not my Twitter thumbs (Are you dumb?)
And you like the way I'm talking to you, where you from?
Could your lips stay sealed? Would you spill? Like, for real, for real

Put you through the door, your Honda Accord
If you tell anybody, like
I don't need nobody calling me thotty
'Bout all of my bodies
And I'm tryna see you double out on the front of the car
Gucci I'm so pretty
Close the door, close your mouth
We don't chase clout in my city

You try to hydrate and that thirst won't let you chill
Baby, it's valid valid, I know how you feel
Gotta sign your name on it and keep your lips sealed
Gotta be low with it

For real, for real (For real, for real)
You know the vibes, eh-eh, don't play (For real, for real)
No cellphones, sign this NDA (For real)
And I just might let you taste the meal
But you gotta be low with it, for real, for real

Sour California, sipping on Bombay (Everyday)
Hold up while I roll up on a paper plate
While you nibble all over my body like a piece of cake
And you know the drill, let me see your skills, like, for real, for real

Quit tryna be cute, stand and salute
Knocking the boots like
My body gon' whine, it's been a long time
I gotta get mine right now
Double out on the front of the car
Gucci I'm so pretty
Close the door, close your mouth
We don't chase clout in my city

You try to hydrate and that thirst won't let you chill
Baby, it's valid valid, I know how you feel
Gotta sign your name on it and keep your lips sealed
Gotta be low with it

For real, for real (For real, for real)
You know the vibes, eh-eh, don't play (For real, for real)
No cellphones, sign this NDA (For real)
And I just might let you taste the meal
But you gotta be low with it, for real, for real

I'm tryna turn a milly to a bill'
And I could turn your demo to a deal
But snitching round hear could get you killed
Put some diamonds in your grill
All my diamonds are for real (For real)
I really like the way you make me feel (For real)
Like my, my, my Johnny Gill
Keep hitting it right I'll put you in my will
Put some diamonds in your grill
All my diamonds are for real (For real)
Oh, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

done

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