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Tadoe
Tadoe
Stimme und Gesang
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Damn, Tadoe man, I'm serious man
Stay off that molly man, that shit fuck you up
You already slow as shit
Let's get this guap with me
He do molly, God, he's slow
I got money, call me what you want
She a thottie, she give me throat
She hide the stash, she sellin' dope
I got a bag, you **** broke
You **** sad, it's not a joke
You got that cash, you getting poled
And I'm still bangin', ****, call it what you want
He get money? (He get money?)
Yeah, bitch (Yeah, bitch)
But that don't mean you gon' get my shit, bitch (My shit, bitch)
You got some molly? (You got some molly?)
Yeah, bitch (Yeah, bitch)
I know you wanna get off the shits, bitch (Shits bitch)
That **** a brick? (That **** a brick?)
He a bitch (He a bitch)
Bitch you know I don't fuck with bricks, bitch (With bricks, bitch)
I send my hittas (I send my hittas)
He a snitch (He a snitch)
And, bitch, you know I don't fuck with snitches, bitch (Snitches, bitch)
I'll kill any ****, bitch (Any ****, bitch)
'Cause this shit not chocolate (Not chocolate)
**** act just like some bitches (Like some bitches)
**** acting like the opposites (The opposites)
I just bought another .50 (Another .50)
'Cause **** came in my house and shit (House and shit)
But you know Chief sure ain't trippin' (Sure ain't trippin')
'Cause I'm gettin' guap and shit (Guap and shit)
Call it what you want, bitch (Want, bitch)
I'm still king almighty (King almighty)
I was coolin', smokin' dope bitch (Dope bitch)
But you know I gotta have my gun (Gotta have my gun)
How you gon' call Sosa and you broke, bitch? (Broke bitch)
Waitin' on the first of the month (First of the month)
You should've waited a lil' more, bitch (More, bitch)
Now you broke once again (Once again)
He do molly, God, he's slow
I got money, call me what you want
She a thottie, she give me throat
She hide the stash, she sellin' dope
I got a bag, you **** broke
You **** sad, it's not a joke
You got that cash, you getting poled
And I'm still bangin', ****, call it what you want
Written by: Keith Cozart
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