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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chief Keef
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cozart
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chief Keef
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Done **** done **** you're done ****
Done **** done **** you're done ****
You're done **** you're done ****
You're done **** you're done ****
You're done **** you're done ****
You're done **** you're done ****
[Verse 2]
**** think this Swisher Sweet
I got **** that come through shoot
Shooting at you, where your crew?
Where your guap, where your loot?
You don't get a shit back
I advise your ass to get back
Or your ass can get whacked
With this click clack
I'm the man around this bitch man
Check on my wrist watch
Check on my necklace
Check, check on my bitches
Hoes call my phone though
Knock knock, it's money at my front door
Then I pull up in the black thing
The kids like, oh, where Waldo at
[Verse 3]
Finna hit Wells Fargo
Pick up 'bout four
Oh, comma, triple zero, aye
I'm 'bout my dinero, like Robert De Niro
Being real ain't hard, shit so simple
Doing this shit ain't hard this shit so simple
I don't like **** come through and bust a **** pimple
All this choppa click click gla gla **** do the limbo
I'm a king I'm a lion check out my sign I'm a symbol
Pull up, pull up on your block bow bow bow bow
Now we running from the damn folks
Bitch, it's Glo Gand and oh-six-four-oh-six are my kinfolks
Pull up to the show in bout 10 cars now
We shooting' up your damn limo
I remember spinning up steamers and running from the cops in a rental
[Verse 4]
Hey hey hey hey
Bang bang bang bang
Gang gang gang gang
**** think it's Swisher Sweet
I got **** that come through shoot
Shooting at you, where your crew
Where your guap, where your loot
You don't get a shit back
I advise your ass to get back
Or your ass can get whacked
With this click clack
I'm the man around this bitch man
Check on my wrist watch
Check on my necklace
Check, check on my bitches
Hoes call my phone though
Knock knock, it's money at my front door
Then I pull up in the black thing
The kids like, oh, where Waldo at
[Verse 5]
Hey hey hey
I'm the man around this bitch, baby
Aye or should I call you little lady
I'll call your ass bitch though
'Cause I'm so crazy
This **** think he gon' play me
Shoot dice let your ho fade me
Blood gang I'm so brazy
Pistol a little **** forehead
Call up Monáe, she so fine she be in my pocket
She in my wallet she at my shows and she at my concerts
She buy me shoes and she buy me ganja
She buy me guns she bought my watch
She bought my necklace she bought my ice
She bought everything I own
She bought my house she bought my life
**** want war then alright
We don't pop out, bitch, we slide
Hop in the cars then ride
Pull up on the obla, blast his ass inside
Hey I be like okay okay okay
Say hello to my little thing
The little thing got hunnid in the thing, one in the chamber
Stopping traffic switching lanes
[Verse 6]
Gang gang gang gang gang ****
Bang bang bang bang bang ****
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ****
Gang gang gang ****
[Verse 7]
**** think it's Swisher Sweet
I got **** that come through shoot
Shooting at you, where your crew
Where your guap where your loot
You don't get a shit back
I advise your ass to get back
Or your ass can get whacked
With this click clack
I'm the man around this bitch man
[Verse 8]
Check on my wrist watch
Check on my necklace
Check, check on my bitches
Hoes call my phone though
Knock knock, it's money at my front door
Then I pull up in the black thing
The kids like, oh, where Waldo at
Written by: Keith Cozart