Listen to Keep it Coming (feat. Playmakin Yella) by Ka-Flame

Keep it Coming (feat. Playmakin Yella)

Ka-Flame

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playmakin Yella
Playmakin Yella
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael O. Parker
Michael O. Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ka-Flame
Ka-Flame
Producer
Torcha Chamber Studios
Torcha Chamber Studios
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

They always fronting and faking, about the money they making We want that real music back, so we in front of the stations Like turn that shit off, say we honestly hating? Hell nah dawg, they ain't holding no conversations Want it all man, fuck being humble and patient Only time we get to ball, during summer vacations Hit them with the real reason, talking tax season Fire with the flow, even though this track freezing Giving life to this shit, bitch I got it back to breathing Counting up the paper, trying to make it stack even Nigga's lying bout them racks, that's deceiving Apply the grind or this time, they are back to thieving Cooking up this evening, devoured by my heat Freestyled bout a whole fucking hour, to this beat Until I came up with this, like I'm in a boxing ring Flame came with them hits, bringing real shit Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming yet and still Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming ya feel me Pull up, taking all my shots like D Book If it's there for the taking, then it's took, with no look Mane I'm barely at the house, I live my life on the road Just to keep the money flowing, cause these bills still coming My lady, she be upset, cause I don't give her no time I need a check baby, I put my life on the line That's my reason for rhyme, keep that 8'ball close Boxing out for possession, when I'm in the low post Known for going ghost, because I'm focused I want it all from cash, gold, credit cards, and some crypto tokens Keeping all my plays in motion, with another notion Too humble to be out here, bragging and boasting Real shit, I know you feel this That's why the radio, won't play this Trae vibes, when I'm in my spaceship Racing, chasing, after faces, on my Ka-Flame shit Big Yella baby, I'm forever after mine Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming yet and still Got my money on my mind, got my mind on my money Got my nine on my waist, got no time for no dummies I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming I'm just grinding, trying to keep this shit coming ya feel me
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