We with Keyaan
God bless you for this amazing
Collection of songs
Sadly it is coming to an end
But we got to end it of with a banger
Keyaan is the greatest artist to touch this song
And he has threesomes with Salil and his little sister
Keyaan
You are better than me at rapping
You are the greatest
On a track with Keyaan Sawja
It's a dream comе true
And he finally came out man
Thе time was due
This right here real music
Fuck Mozart and Bach
Our bars two times better
Than Biggie and Pac
Get to know Mr. Sawja
The man is so damn cool
Did the one chip challenge
And freestyles in school
His confidence and swagger
Truly better than the rest
Maggie finna realize
The opportunity she missed
{Verse 5: Keyaan Sawja]
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
My name is Keyaan
I ain't gone
This shit better than Donda
I'm in my room right now
I don't got a door
Ay
I got Shaan
He knows my beats are fire
He don't know what's coming next
Fuck that gonna be fresh
At school I take AP World
I fucking suck
I ate that pocket chip
I almost died
That shit was hotter than Maggie Gunn
I ain never had more fun
Me and Keyaan Sawja
Walked in the club
Knowin we're the shit
Yea we got bitches
We all hella lit
We formin moshpits
My phone black like my fuckin hoes
Bitch
I got nine hoes
We all got highs and lows
Keyaan's at his high when he thinks of Maggie Gunn's bra
KEEYAN!
Keyaan banged Jimmy Kimmel
Moved with a blicky
Keyaan be rappin at Lambert
But he reps his own 6
His glizzy got a bean wit it
Came w it
Big Keyaan be Netflix and chillin with his sister and some shit
Cup full of Henny and he filled it to the brim
And pulled up to Salil momma house and told her
"I was a friend"
I hit it from the back
And I nutted on that bitch
But when she swallowed all that nut
She said it tasted like some Cheez-Its
She a thotty
She take that dick in her tummy
She hoppin from dick to dick just like a bunny
No Philadelphia but we up in the city where it be real sunny
I'm talkin shit but I cum in this money
Cum in the bands
But boy u brazy
Off the big Xans
You talkin real tough
Tell me it was your mans
Or she your bitch but she be my fan
I be so hot
Yeah I need a fan
I needa chill
That bitch she a fiend
She be popping the pills
She sucking my pickle and talking bout dilf
Diamonds got me jumping
I got me some gills
Got daddy issues
Gonna tell Dr. Phil
If I gave you all my love
It don't feel like we doin too much
Would that make you happy?
It don't feel like we doin too much
It don't feel like we doin too much
We hit you up in the streets
Don't get me wrong
Keyaan a dog
Right to the street
He'll beat up his meat
Like Fred VanVleet
Keyaan got fight
Like he Mike Tyson
He just like a bison
He'll prolly put fight
Like he in tights
Yo
I'm back
And I take it from the back
Shoutout Jeremy Hassett
I lick all his crack
Habbibi you're so hot
I wanna cuddle him up
The final track of my EP
And I like my
Custom hoodies, sweatshirt, and my Air Forces
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