Selling Keys lyrics - Tony Yayo feat. Lloyd Banks

Selling Keys lyrics - Tony Yayo feat. Lloyd Banks

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

Cuffing this

Cuffing, cuffing this

I been cuffing this

I been cuffing this

But I only sell fiends

I hate getting familiar with these niggas and bitches

All they do is get comfy and think I’m sweet like swishes

I spent half of my career on a private jet

Hit the jacks, get a hoopla, go wash your scent

Think it’s sweet to have my shooters come wash your scent

I’m in that Wu Tang shit, nigga, protect your neck

All these niggas on my dick, blow Bruno

Jewish lawyers Scott leaning, always find a loophole

Hermes attire, sharper than a cactus

Half a pound of cat piss, model slash actress

I’m flipping things like gymnastics

My bricks doing simmer sauce, yours doing back flips

That means you hustling backwards

I’m back to the feature, I re-up the fastest

Rows go, you blow, make all the hoes blow

Twenty keys turn my yard into a car show

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

Cuffing this

Cuffing, cuffing this

I been cuffing this

I been cuffing this

But I only sell fiends

Missed to get a model weak, movies in the palace weak

Your lady ass snicket, run around like 100 thousand feet

Nigga, I got her tripping, leaning, dying over

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Nigga, we riding triple beans with dimes for chauffeurs

My system’s hidden, got the coppers hating

Friend or foe, I’m popping strips between the combination

My mind is racing, Gucci stepping, probably gracing

Two, three seconds, I’m impatient, breaking records out the basement

Break a brick over these strippers, weird bitches call me daddy

Solid gold pictures, take my business out the alley

Married to the fucking game, all the work, I feel the same

Get with Scott up, nigga up, but dollar signs are hella pain

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

Cuffing this

Cuffing, cuffing this

I been cuffing this

I been cuffing this

But I only sell fiends

Movie chick cross bows with exploding tips

Groupie bitch, in the rows I expose my dick

Under my pillow dragging breasts around, shoot fire

Laying in my bed, she tell it like Tyana

Every nigga ain’t your homie, death before dishonor

45 for gram, a drought’s on the corner

For shit rounds got 15 docks in ‘em

Hit his chest cavity, for sure I’m talking ‘em

Max in the MCM nap sack

In the 90s they …and long had the long foundation

Elephant buildings, made a couple millions

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

I know you think I’m selling keys

But I only sell fiends

Cuffing this

Cuffing, cuffing this