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Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Neek
Neek
Mischtechniker:in
SahBeats
SahBeats
Produzent:in
Young Malcolm
Young Malcolm
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Sah, this shit go hard Ayy, Sah, I fuck with you shorty (ayy, ayy) I swear to God shorty, on foenem grave nigga Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger Oh, what do you know? It's a rich ass nigga Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper Hidin' from the crazy hoe, why? She might harass us On my dick flashin', gassed up in the master Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her Left wrist plasma My chains give me asthma (bling) Yeah, I love my hoes but I don't love them that much to harass them (no) Man, these bitches irri' She want a Panamera Pull the 'cat and trackhawk out, it's Tia & Tamera Ayy, felonies Ayy, I got feloniеs Ayy, I smoke hella weed Ayy, plug send thе work, don't mail it to me Ayy, bring the bands out Ayy, I can make a hoe louder Ayy, lil' nigga, what's the matter? Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new blader, ayy Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder Nigga was angry, pull up the whips then he got madder, ayy Got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster All these chains up on my neck but I own my masters Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling, bling, bling Un un, ayy, ayy, ayy, un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy Un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy Un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm a big timer Now, bitch, time's up Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart but it'll pick Big Sean up Pockets on big momma Tell me what they on, and I'm on Pull up in a Lamb', bitch, no propaganda, we gon' be wavin' llamas I still fry bologna This lil' bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the corner I just pulled up in that sports truck with my brothers Jonas Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies She be fuckin' homies, when I was broke, I was never lonely The police think they run up on me, bitch, I ain't got nothin' on me Thought they was gonna get my .40 Cops tried to kill me as a juvie Now, I got a car like Birdman Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dually Nigga you oochie-couchie Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie And we got cinematic clips, nigga, you come join this Groovy movie The bitch got booty-booty, I'm like Suhki-Suhki I'm a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and said, "Ooh, he bougie" Gang, gang, gang, ayy Gang, gang, gang, huh phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew Gang, gang, gang, phew phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Keith Cozart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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