Funny lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja
Walked in the spot, smellin' like money
Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding
Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic
Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing
Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping
And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money
Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny

[Verse 1:]
I just get the money then I'm goin' out in public, stuntin'
Shoulda never gave a young nigga money
Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I'm goin' on a luncheon
Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin'
Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin'
With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' Asanti's
But don't make my pistol sing like Ashanti
I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner
Cops on us, nigga turned
I'm runnin', I ain't gettin' searched
Get away, I be first
I'm in this shit til the dirt

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Throw that money to me and I'm a catch it
Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch
Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch
Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage
I stay smokin' on that cat piss
You still be smokin' on that cat shit
Choppin' up this shit like I'm from Texas
New car, I just got it
I heard you be on that flex shit
Put this pistol to your biceps bitch
Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick
In my car bitch, I'm Sosa so I like fast shit
Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit
So I'm like, "Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?"
Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch
But I'm in a two-seater, all of 'em can't fit

[Hook]

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Gooey lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I got louie, I got gucci, I got bitches give me coochie
I wear Louie and Gucci bitch, call that shit that Gooey
I wear Hermes wear Burbouie
And my Trueys hold my toolie
My Louie hold my cash and my Gucci hold my jewelry

[Verse:]
When I'm traveling my Gucci hold my clothes
When I'm traveling my Louie hold my clothes
And my pants hold my rolls
I gotta take off my damn shoes cause I ain't got no Jet yet bitch
Still making niggas upset bitch
Come through we shooting at your neck and shit bitch
Like I thought you was with the shit bitch?
They steady asking why I don't go to the awards
Cause I can't go to the awards with my damn pole or my bros
Cause they gone act a fool
Taking chains niggas act up then BOOM-BOOM BANG BANG!
Money be the color of my veins nigga
Gold the color of my chains nigga
Yellow diamonds white diamonds
Bling bling nigga! Bling bling Nigga

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Hard lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard

[Verse 1:]
It ain't my boys then, I don't give no fuck
It is then, I don't give a fuck
Money ain't that much, I'll give it up
Pull up, give 500 to a cluck
Life ain't that much, I'll live it up
I'll just get a blunt, I'll fill it up
Hop up in my beamer, I'll fill it up
Everybody eatin', I'll bill it up
Baby I'll keep my mouth closed, I'll seal it up
I won't lie to you, I'm real as fuck

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm all about my Feddi, so soften your top
And fuck if she let me, then I been by her
I spend by her, I went by her
I fucked on her, I flexed on her
I love Beamer's and Bentley's
Remember dreamin' of them
Now I can hop in any
And be speeding in them
She knows my boys always with me
And I'm bleeding with them

[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard

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Nobody lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Kanye West)

[Chief Keef (Kanye West):]
(If I can't fear nobody
I bet I can't just talk to them)
I don't fear nobody
I can't hear nobody
I can't see nobody
Can't compete with nobody no
Nobody
Nobody
(You really don't understand do you?)

[Chief Keef:]
Fear nobody
Fear nobody
I brought my shotty right up in the party
No bodyguard, just see the squad and me
What's in my pockets, I brought Ben Franklins with me
What's in my house, 7,000 square feet
My bank account, I swear it's no telling
All type of amounts, just so I get spending
What's all around, fake niggas act friendly
Cause I'm on now, gotta keep it near me
Cause niggas are smile, but really befriend me
Bitches act down, but really ain't into me
They just want my count, heard I got them milli's
Can't go like that now, I'ma keep it pimpin'
Pistols all around, don't try catch me slippin'
Remember my mama used to warn me
Now I can buy her ass anything

[Chief Keef:]
I don't fear no one
War time, I'm gon' give me one
Where I'm from you gotta walk 'round with your gun
But I made it out, just to get some money
(You really don't understand do you?)
Now I'm riding what I want
Fuckin' any thot I want
I be buying any thing I want
Remember when I was broke
(You really don't understand do you?)
They thought I was a joke
(You really don't understand do you?)
That money, I was so in love with you
Til' I die, I'ma sing to you
Cause I love you, I wanna be with you
(You really don't understand do you?)

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Pit Stop lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I just get the money then I run with that
Run with that shit like a running back
When I catch a thot, boy I'm fuckin' that
I hit it from the back and from the side
Bitch I get top and I get guap
But that better be yo watch that don't tick tock
Pants saggin' cause in 'em is big knots
I pull up and I pull off like a pit stop

[Verse 1:]
Roll around town with my big Glock
Catch a opp, he gon' get his shit broken
In that red thang, they like "Who is that?"
Yeah bitch, I went and got my shit done
Pull up in that fire truck
In that fire truck that light you up
I'm upsettin' ya
I'm irregular, machete stuff
Money flyin' everywhere, confetti stuff
All I eat is green, bitch, veggie stuff
And I don't do that lessie stuff
I pull up in famous trucks

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Watch out, I'm 18 and I'm drivin' fast
Hop up in my car and then I dot a dash
I killed the dash, I drugged the dash
Bitch, whatchu mean I whipped the dash
I whip it like I'm whippin' work
My wrist look like I whip the work
Bitch you know I whip the work
I will show you how my pistol work
I felt the work and sent the work
Heavy nigga, show you how a center work
If it's bout that guap you know I'll get to work
They should've never gave a young nigga work

[Hook]

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Twelve Bars lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Twelve million, it's just me and twelve chillin'
Think I got bout twelve children
Think I got bout twelve million
I think I got bout twelve cars
Bitches like cause I'm a star
I can buy bout twelve bars
So twenty bitches get twelve bars

[Verse 1:]
I'm off twelve bars
Drivin' twelve cars hella fast
I met twelve stars
That was twelve blunts, gettin' high

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Throw them pounds bitch, I need twelve large
I just picked up bout twelve thots
Need it go and buy twelve cars
This shit isn't easy, ain't that damn hard
My money so, go so damn hard
Gotta do it cause my famlar
Once you walk in the club buy twelve bottles
Niggas try me, give em twelve hollows

[Hook]

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Yeah Now lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah [x4]
Yeah, I spend that guap, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I fucked your thot, yeah yeah
She say I'm cute but I get that a lot, yeah yeah
Baby I'm almighty so flexing like yeah yeah

If you flexin' then just join me
But please do not disappoint me
Tryna flex up on me, you'll be disappointed
Roll up to the spot, ten pounds of that funky
I don't smoke that reggie doe
Got that 93 octane, Texico
Got some shootas out in Mexico
Pull up, get that check then go
Three thousand dollar bag, what is it inside?
Twenty G's on my True Religion pants
Don't sell that bullshit, I ain't gon' buy it
For that cash, yeah I hop up in my car outside
Catch you slippin', catch your thot outside
Tell your thot to hop up in my ride
Now we cruising gettin' high
She told me you was just lyin'

[Hook]

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"Back From The Dead 2" (2014)




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Feds Intro lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck
I'mma smoke tooka 'til I lose it
Hit a nigga with this mothafuckin' Uzi
Leave a nigga mothafuckin' clueless
Take a Swisher blunt and fill it up
I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it
Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it
Four wheel drive nigga how I flew it
Up this choppa then hit you up
Then pick you up that bitch lift you up
I dropped some racks and I picked it up
Ballin', take the ball and kick it up
Pull on your block with a lot of guns
Let off a lot of shots now it's red nigga
Ain't no yellow tape it's red nigga
Still watching out for the feds nigga

Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck
I'll do drugs 'til I'm dead nigga
Middle fingers nigga no lead nigga
Then get shots to the head nigga
Come through spark when I can nigga
Start running hope yo pussy ass gets winded nigga
There's a gun tucked in my unders and up this bitch thunder
I'ma chase your ass while you running
Smoking sticky pack stinky onion
I come though and I'm stunting
I'm always fresh like I'm going to a luncheon
Spent twenty bands today, got twenty bands this morning
I'm in London with Kanye and we smoking on that chronic
For him throw your ass in a lake
These bullets have your pussy ass running
I wonder, I wonder why these fuck niggas be stunting
That role you ain't even got to play
I know your pussy ass watching

[Hook]

Lil' Fufu ass where they do that at
Where who be at where you be at
Pull up on a nigga block where foolie at
Catch your ass nigga where your toolie at
I'm high bitch like Cooly ass
You ain't making no hits yo bootie ass
Come through with my guns and they loonie ass
Shooting at any nigga goofy ass
My cuckoo ass came through with a mac
My Zoes come through and put a tool on your ass
You got a lil dash, I got two in the dash
Rich fuck nigga gon' lose his gas
Got my jewels in the coup and the goo with the loop
We be the goo when the goo in the bag
Moving the crews and I'm moving the loot
Whip pistols, catch you, it's a trap
Never like it nigga know how I move
With tools a gang a crew and goo
Running them hoes get it back them Rolls
I loop I loop I loop I loop
I don't give a fuck I run my shooters
They shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot
R.I.P BL double O D soo woo, soo woo, soo woo, soo woo

[Hook]

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Paper lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[Gucci Mane:]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing that major
Gotta eat for the water extendo, like bally bally water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the VI-, don't I look so icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari's
My Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya
When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

[Chief Keef:]
They like Sosa, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
Make One Call Send A Stain That’s Caper Problem
Caper Gone Pull That K
Run in your house, where your safe
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin'
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around
And meet his daddy
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck with is fatties
Boy hope you ready
Coming real hard like the G that's after the 'a'in spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie
Walked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

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Whole Crowd lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots
I don't like lil hoes I get old thots
I like new gwop and old gwop
Remember letting tools pop in O-block
And I'm on verses that shit sold out
I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out
Smoking on this green dope is so loud
I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd

Walk up in the show that shit sold out
And we walk up in the show with poles out
Let a nigga try me he get blown down
Referee whistle I am so foul
If you ain't no nigga now you know now
I'm in my BD stance, ten toes down
Life a roller coaster bitch it Glo round
On that scoop so I'm finna go and scoop your ho now
When I hit the bank I am so proud
Just got some money in and it so loud
You smoke dirty weed that ain't no loud
Boy that pack for kids that is so child
Pull up on your bitch then take off wild
I push it to the limit I'm Rick Ross now

[Hook]

I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd
Who wanna smoke now, I got dope now
I got a lotta pack, lotta thrax
Lotta X, lotta flats bitch, lotta narcotics bitch
I pop a flat, aimin at, at your neck bitch
Catch you lacking, should of had your asses bitch
Pull up in that wolf this is not a Lex bitch
She like "ain't you Chief Keef," I'm like "Yes bitch"
Bitch nigga it's cracking
Get up off the porch no lacking
Ride up on you slide the door back, audience clap bitch
We take what you taxing, split it up like magic

[Hook]

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Faneto lyrics - Chief Keef

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Sosa on the beat)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Nigga, nigga, nigga

[Hook:]
I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga
Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga
No, nigga, pull up on your blocks, we gon' blow, nigga
Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po', nigga (police nigga)
Gas what I smoke nigga
Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga
Know you can't get no money silly ho
I just hit a stain, faneto

Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat
Blow this motherfucker, he gone choke
On the ground, on the floor
Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue
I'm ridin' through New York
Finna go and shoot New Jersey up
Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin'
We gon' come and blow New Jersey up
You want something? Hurry up
Boy who you tryna to rob, bitch we 30'd up
Just like Wokcano, bitch I'm Curry'd up
Cheese in my pockets, Velveeta

[Hook]

I just hit a stain, fanego
I just hit a stain, faneto
I just got 20 for a fuckin' 4
I spent that shit on a fuckin' coat
With my ear, now I got one earlobe
But I'ma still put some diamonds on him
Baby girl these diamonds are not phony
This car I got, it came from Barcelona
These shoes I got, came from fuckin' Paris (15hun?)
This bitch mad cause I don't do marriage
Let a nigga slide, no we don't do scary
We tote pistols, no we don't do worry (Bang Bang)

[Hook]

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Blurry lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Ask grandma for fifty, grandma she gave me a hundred
I ran off with the money, then brought back some money
Smoking green dope shit reekin like fried onions
I take any money, hoes, money, hoes, money
I be trapping, I ain't lacking, nigga I ain't worried
I will let my Glock blow, nigga I ain't scared
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain't Curry
Check out my watch nigga my diamonds nigga, they ain't blurry

[Chief Keef:]
I was in Wokcano's eating on some curry
But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that's Eddy Curry
I'm still smoking loud even though you hear me
Bitch I'm in the field White Sox Paul Konerko
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario
To that bitch that gave me head last night nerdy ho
Throwing money in the club I'm a pitcher run your's up
And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty ho
Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal
White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios
Shoot the red guts out a nigga [?] material
Bitch I'm trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio

[Hook]

[Tadoe:]
White 'vette, pull up red interior
Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearing ya
Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearing ya
Hollows hit your face it's bacteria

[Chief Keef:]
Bitch I'm trapping out the hemi-a
Bitch I'm trapping with the semi tucked
Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up

[Tadoe:]
Nigga said can he be Glo I'm not feeling ya
Bitch I'm in the trap I'm counting all these silly bucks
Dirty money, but it came in clean as fuck
All this jewelry on got me blinging up
Nigga want war, tell him set it up

[Hook]

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Cops lyrics - Chief keef

[Hook:]
My watch is so flirty, take your bitch, I bet he can
My gun is so dirty, yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam
This ain't peanut butter, I can't be up in these jams
Pussy niggas tell it, y'all can't be up in these slams
Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
Pussy niggas stop that flexin', you know you ain't 'bout that there
Say you're a shooter, nigga stop right there
Red beam your head, put the dot right there
With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there
Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there

Pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, startin' shit
Take a whiff of this here, my gun fun and shit, pardon it
Bulldog with the 4 5th, and I target it, I did it
30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it
30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit, pardon it
Fuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it
Ridin' down your block, just came from silence
Bitch we lightin' shit
Bitch I run this shit, this ain't a rally, bitch we climbin' shit
Jumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit
On the block totin' a 9 and shit
Runnin' up, committin' crimes and shit
Them bein' on that grimy shit
Now my jewelry bling as shit
Now I'm the biggest thing and shit
Smokin' on dope, the blue dream and shit
This shit got me dreamin' and shit

[Hook]

You got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what?
You think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust?
You think you're a hard boy, aye, nigga what?
Creepin' down the pavement, aye, finna buck, up
With them slugs
Shoot you in your face and your nuts
Nigga, aye, what's up
With all these fuck niggas, talkin' a bunch of nothin'?
Scooby Doo shucks, when we pullin' up
Shootin' up trucks, shootin' up your cars
Nigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck
Click clack these guns, make 'em hot, these hoes fizzin' up
Sizzlin' up

[Hook]

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Where Is Waldo lyrics - Chief Keef

Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
You're done nigga, you're done, you're done
You're done nigga

[Hook:]
Niggas think this Swisha Sweet
I got niggas that come through shootin'
Shootin' at you, where your crew? Where your guwap?
Where's your loot
You don’t get this shit back
I advice your ass to get back
Your ass can get wacked
With this click-clack
I'm the man around this bitch man
Check on my wrist watch
Check on my necklace
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

Finna hit Wells Fargo
Pick up about four
Oh comma
Triple zero
I'm bout my Dinero like Robert Deniro
Being real ain't hard, shit so simple
Doing this shit ain't hard, this shit so simple
I don't like niggas comin' through, bust a niggas pimple
All this choppa click clack gla gla
Nigga do the limbo
I’m a king, I’m a lion, check out my sign I’m a symbol
Pull up on your block bow bow bow bow
Now we running from the damn folks
Bitch it’s Glo Gang and 06406 are my kinfolks
Pull up to the show in bout 10 cars now we shootin' up your damn limo
I remember Spinning up steamers and runnin' from the cops in a rental

[Hook]

I'm the man around this bitch baby
Or should I call you little lady
I'll call your ass bitch though, cause I'm so crazy
This nigga think he gone play me
Shoot dice, let your ho fade me
Blood gang I’m so brazy [?]
Pistol to a lil nigga forehead
Call up money, she so fine, she be in my pocket
She in my wallet, she at my shows, 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
Niggas want war? Then aite
We don’t pop out, bitch we slide
Hop in the cars then ride
Pull up on an op block, blast his ass inside
I be like okay, okay, okay
Say hello to my lil thang
The lil thang got 100 in the thang 1 in the chamber
Stoppin' traffic, switchin' lanes

Gang gang gang, nigga
Bang bang bang, nigga
Bang bang bang, nigga

[Hook]

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Farm lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch I'm beaming beaming smoking stinky
Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky
Tearing up the mall, I be speedin'
What you wearing ain't even up to fucking season
Take the fucking ball, and I knee it
Cause I'm fucking balling for no reason
I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler
I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm yeah

Bitch I smoke trees like I grow dem
Who is these niggas I don't know dem
They don't be smoking dope like me and bro'nem
Folks'nem, Glo'nem
Got a weed license like I grew him I smoke him
I'm in the Beamer catch his Benz, blow them
I caught him shooting dice and I rolled him
My pistol's fabulous I call him Los'nem
Smoking on this Tooka cause I know him
You can't stop a Amtrak railroad him
Bitch I'm Sosa Joc, it can go down
2-4 Black Disciples, ten toes down

[Hook]

I be smoking tons yeah
Too much kush for my lungs yeah
Walk in the mall spending money having fun yeah
I'm Gloing LED 4K TV and Suns yeah
1080p I was born in '83 I'm lying yeah
I been doing this shit since I was a youngin' ask my mom yeah
Smoke so much crop like I grew up on a farm yeah
Bitch steady talking I'm like "Is you done?" she like "Yeah"
I'm gliding in that bitch skert skert bitch I be stunting
Your boyfriend talking shit huh huh huh I get money
Pull on his block and shit duh duh duh I be gunnin'
Here come the cops and shit skuh skuh skuh I be runnin'

[Hook]

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Homie lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch, I got the SIG on me, I got the big on me
And I got the pump, get a swig, homie
You dig, homie, did you hear, homie?
If you dig, put these pistols to your ear, homie
Yeah, homie, shoot for a year, homie
You think you fly? We shooting down your lil homie
Yeah, homie, I love my bricks, I swear, homie
Try to take it, nigga, I dare, homie

Call Johnny Dang up, I need some bling
Remember when I ain't have shit, know I can have anything
You see me in traffic, I be speeding
Now the cops behind me, they don't want anything
Rolling with the goon on the way to the loot
Remember posting on 0-6-2 with rocks all in my shoes
Bitch, I cook the coop, this ain't nothing new
You ain't know, I'm off the wall, I thought you knew
My daughter is 2, my son name is Krüe
If they know you ain't got money, they will laugh at you
Pull up with my shooters, they shoot, I say who
Niggas can't act foolish, they know how they do

[Hook]

Smoke a nigga like a one hunnid
This a gun holder a one hunnid
You can hold 'bout one somethin'
You act like you on somethin'
You call my phone, you want somethin'?
You call my phone, you got money?
I got rap money, rock money
Got some weed and a Glock on me
Bullets we can swap, come through like a SWAT, homie
Your town is running out of the goddamn clock, homie
I'm from Chiraq, got these white socks on me
Got the semis in the cut, keep something slight on me

[Hook]

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Dear lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, Chief Sosa man, Almighty Sosa nigga, Guccid Sosa man
Aye, rest in peace Big Glo, rest in peace Morgan
Free Wop, free Slick nigga, gang gang nigga
Know how we bang bang nigga, fuck you talkin bout?
Niggas swear they comin', we ain't comin'
What the fuck you thought my nigga
We rockin' and we rollin' and
We pumpin' up and we don't pop out
Pop out with Glocks out nigga
Skoodooskoo nigga, dooladoo niggas
Bang nigga, aye
3 double O nigga, 6 double O nigga
Rest in peace real Lil Steve nigga
Fuck with y'all niggas
Free Rose nigga

[Hook:]
I just hit a lick, I'm finna take a trip
Might go to China, with a lotta grip
Grip up on my hip, Imma let it rip
And my pocket money, I'm professor built
Blood gang, I fuck with crips
Nigga I'm fuckin' dipped
Glo Gang, nigga we the fuckin' shit
I'm high bitch, I'm smokin'
They play me on your fuckin' strip
I got a letter, Imma start it off with "Dear"

Come thru in all black
White chocolate whistles
I got a gun
Why the fuck would I call some niggas?
A nigga said that he went on Chief Sosa, neva
I'm a fuckin' dog, ruff ruff get em'
Benihanas, ridin' through your block chefin'
If you gon bring a knife nigga don't bring not a weapon
I'm smokin' on the skunk and this is smelly
Chief Sosa Buddha cuz I got a big old belly
She said she want my time, but I can't tell it (thotty)
Its bling blingy, a nigga felt it
Swear these niggas always jokin'
Fuckin Mike Eppin'
Bitch I'm gettin' money, how am I jealous?
I ain't got no jets so I ride first class
I swear my fuckin' seat turn into a bed
The pilot saw my eyes and said they awfully red
I told him "I get high as you, I'm the man"

[Hook]

Dear miss, I'm that fuckin' nigga
Hot as ice, swear that I'm so sicka
Ruler in that contagious, that sicka
It's lookin' like a fuckin' sticker
I caught a stain, he get stepped up
With my zo's in Miami, flipped up
They bring them sticks out and stuck ya
You thinkin' that you hard, they push ya
I'm finna take a trip to Russia
Just gave 10 thousand to my fuckin' mother
And 20 to my grandmother
I left and told em' that I love em'
Called Kay Kay on the phone she like "Hey daddy"
"I like what you doin" swear she so happy
She want all the clothes
She wanna be so swaggy
I named my son Your Highness
I named my MAC Macky

[Hook]
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Stupid lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Since I've been eating now I like a bunch of food
Who the fuck is you I don't run with you
I run with the Glo, I run with the crew
I run with the gang, I run with some shooters
Rolling in that stupid car
This big ass gun I'm toting this bitch stupid
Counting rolls holy this shit stupid
I don't believe in cupid that shit stupid

I'm blood gang bitch I'm booling bitch I'm booling
Fuck with the crips we cooling bitch we cooling
Nigga don't slip you lose it then you lose it
You ain't got your toolie then your dumb ass stupid
Shawty know I pull up in that foolish
You know how we roll know how that we maneuver
I got some top like adios I got to get this mula
Racks up in my ugly trus I've been doing this shit since [?]

[Hook]

Fifteen hundred for these shoes and that shit stupid
I don't even know the name of them but I just do it Nike
She don't give me brain then she maneuver
Merge the other way to the left like Beyonce
I ain't got to say this twice this ain't no delay
Doing one eighty up on the fucking freeway
Put my CD in put myself on replay
I can cut my dreads and sell them on Ebay

[Hook]

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Cuz lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa on the beat [x2]

[Hook:]
Car color soo woo
Seats same color crip
I'mma do me or do you
Cuz I got the stank on my hip
Baby I'm a fuckin' loose screw
Cuz I used to hang on the deck
All these fuckin' niggas fufu
I'm flashin' from my chain to my wrist

I'm smokin' on that fuckin' TuTu
With a fuckin' bang on my hip
Walk up on me, I do you
Ain't shit change over here
But my address and my jewels
All I do is blang over here
All the rims on the truck are [?]
All I do is switch lanes over here
Hop up in that fuckin' soo woo
Then I go and hang with the crips
Hop up in that fuckin' Blue's Clues
But bitches blood gang over here

[Hook]

Bang with the gang, gang bang gang
All I do is blang, look at my wrist Big Tymer's bling bling
I done named my son your highness, bitch that's a young king nigga
Pull up in that thing, what's her name
Trunk go wang wang, gang gang
Caught you at the light, that gun go bang bang, bang bang
Pull up in that ride in the left lane lane, lane lane
Baby I'mma fire on that flames flames, flames flames
All I do is get higher bitch I'm coolin' with the rain rain
Chopper bullets make 'em rain, rain
Pull up in that all red gang 'stang
All with that money up in my veins gang
Best to stay in back cuz you can't hang with gang

[Hook]

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Who Is That lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my favorite car, the X6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, same size as Budweiser 6
Got some money still tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that?

What you need a fucking six pack?
Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds?
What you need a fucking 10 pack?
Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that
You say fuck Glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back
We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slid that
I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack
I’m Snoop Dizzle I’m the motherfucking shiznat
I'm rolling in that [?]
All these hoes wanna give a kiss
I'm smoking on that piss sack
It smell like I just gone done taking a piss
You smoking on that shit pack
And it smell like you just got done taking a shit
Imma customize a SIG MAC
Cause you ain't never seen that shit
She suck my dick and i gave that bitch a tic-tac
Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit
They come through gates, now we coming in the back
Catch yo ass barbecue you in with that
Dear Mr your honor I ain't sinning it yet
I'm just getting money I'm all in with that
HE should've could've would've he boy you couldn't shit
It's Back From the Dead 2, I'm zombie-ing bitch

[Hook]

Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back
Pull up in New Jersey, maybe in Bergen nigga, slump yo ass
I'm off the Henny, and the Pepsis, Xanax, and the Thrax
In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flat
Leave a nigga on his back, he should've fucking had his backup
Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup
Bullets gave his ass the hiccups, you want war nigga get up
On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, I bang nigga

[Hook]

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Smack DVD lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck nigga act like he want beef
Chopper spin his ass no DVD
Want beef get smacked no TV
Come through with the gat so 3-D
Straight war shit no peace treaties
Click clack off this chopper let it speak speak
I'm overflowing bitch you just a weak leak
I'm an over growing lion you a weak peach

I let the beat drop bitch
Up and let the heat pop bitch
Pull up you want the heat, stop bitch
We a moving truck, [?] bitch
I hang with a lot of fucking killer
And if you disrespect my niggas
Respect with the tec my nigga
That's what you 'gon get my nigga
Don't forget my nigga
Chief Sosa the shit my nigga
My watch cost a brick my nigga
And [?] fuck nigga

[Hook]

I'm an over growing lion you a weak peach
I'm a strong link you'se a weak leak
Bitch I got the beef links
And I got the full chain let the heat speak
Young snake cross the line you a tweak
You MC? What it be B?
I won' t tell I keep a secret
But I'mma bust your ass if you tweak B
Pistols coming where you surface street sweep
The fire hydrant no nigga the big beef
You little niggas sweet tea
Rolling with that thing a nigga call a sweet t

[Hook]

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Cashin lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa on the beat
Ay
Know I'm rockin', man
I call it starter money
Keep kush in my pockets, all designer
Ay, bang bang, Sosa baby, GBE baby, ay ay ay ayy

[Chorus:]
When it's ugly, I bring that gat wit'
I up this motherfucker ain't with that shit
You be smokin' dirty, I smoke that cat piss
I kill a track, kill a beat on black shit
Niggas actin' funny, but I ain't laughin'
I pull up, pull up, pull up, it's a tragic
Cause I ain't buy her none, she think I ain't got shit
I walk up in the mall straight cashin'

She said she love me, whatever that is
Baby, you ain't love me cause I'm cashin'
I walk up in the mall, and I buy shit
No, baby, I don't look at tags and
I hop up in my 'Rari, now I'm ridin'
Doin' 80 past a cop, straight laughin' (HaHa)
Ridin' in that "Oo, that bitch nasty"
I'm a NASCAR driver, it's a passion
I up this fuckin' uzi and blast it
Keep on laughin', you gon' get yo' ass hit
I swear I be on that new lick, fuck last year
Red dot up on the toolie it be the mac-10 (Ball ball ballll)

[Chorus]

I walk up in the bank straight laughin'
I walk out the bank with bags like cashin'
Hop up in my 'Rari, I pass your thot
I seen her walkin', told her "Hop in the 'Rari" (THOTTY)
Baby I'm a pimp, straight Cadillac shit
I get money straight out the ass shit
Life's a box of chocolate, not Nesquik
I'm quick to shoot, pussy get your ass hit
Baby girl, I'm smooth, somethin' like satin
Come through, wipe a nigga block down straight waxin'
Bought a house with a pool, and I got in
I don't need no security, I got it

[Chorus]

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Moral lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
The moral of the story is the glory
The moral of the story, these niggas shorty
The moral of the gas I smoke a week
The moral of the cash I blow a week
The moral of the X, I pop an E
The moral of these niggas, they act like a lot of me
The moral of the story, hear the shots, my G
The moral of the story, bitch I brought my guap with me

The moral of the story, gang, gang
The moral of the story, gang bang
Chain on, nigga, bling bling
The moral of the story, Johnny Dang
He sayin' somethin', he hears shots for days
The moral of the story, I ain't playin'
My dick feel like, "fuck I don't, not today"
Moral of the story gotta get this paper
You don't wanna work for me? I'll slave yah
The moral of the story, I'm a president, not a mayor
Roll up in the shop, I be spendin' paper
Moral of the story, nigga, I be gettin' paper
Moral of the story, if I see your thot I take her
Moral of the story, that bitch rape me, I don't rape her
I'm flexin' real hard, shoes cost 2 scoops, just grab a paycheck
Moral of the story, my shoes cost what you ain't get paid yet

[Hook]

The moral of the car I drive
The moral of the thots that I got
The moral of the cash that I spend
The moral of the numbers I get
The moral of the TECs that I pop
The moral of the shots in my Glock
Yeah I'm cool but I've been a hot nigga
Moral of the story, can't trust, watch niggas
On the fuckin' piss, here piña colada, nigga
Moral of the story, I ain't worried 'bout nada, nigga
Bitch I'm from the 'Glo, straight A-Team, we'll ride a nigga
Moral of the story I'm Black Disciple nigga

[Hook]

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Swag lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Hop in my car, swag and I swag
Niggas mad cuz I got swag in a bag
He bought his bitch a bag
I put his bitch in a bag
It can't fit in my pocket, cash, put that shit in a bag
Michael Jackson I'm bad
I'm moonwalking with the cash
Walk in the bank with bags
Moonwalking with the cash
Blitzing these niggas straight Madden
Hail Marying the cash
Walk up in it, it's bout swagging
Gettin' every bitch that's bad with my swag

I'm getting every bitch that's bad with my swag
I walk up in the spot and I'm spending cash
I'm getting cash nigga look in my pants
I got big ass pants nigga look at them bands
Franklin's he got hit with the smith n wesson
Stankin' get that cash I'm in to win
Thank you, don't think cuz of the clothes I'm in
Ain't got a banger, I up the smith n wesson
And I sang her,[?]
I'm swagging exclusive fits
I'm a stranger, yo life the same price the shoes I'm in
And that's danger, I tipped the thottie cuz I'm swagging
And I swang her, [?]
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]

Smokin' on dope my swag
I be totin' no hoes my swag
Bitch I'ma be in my bag nigga
Come in my mansion countin' all this cash nigga
Get blast nigga
Now he loss and I'm glad nigga
Pull off skuddaskuh duhduhduh duhduhduh blam nigga
Get hit with this swag nigga
Got some choppas up in my Louis bag nigga
Got some gwuapa in my Gucci bag nigga
Got some blocker shottas blockas and they blast niggas
Swag, Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]

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Wayne lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Think I'm Wayne
You say you wanna fight nigga swing
You say you wanna blow pipes nigga bang
I'm riding in that Fighting Liu Kang
That's why I can fuck your wife and you can't
Young Batman, Bruce Wayne
Don't make me torch it nigga blue flames
In that big body, riding two lanes
And I'm grindin hard like I'm fucking Wayne nigga
Like I'm Wayne nigga

This Back From The Dead 2 this ain't Tha Carter 3
You owe me money I want an apology
I want your fingers so you cannot count to 3
We pullin up in trilogies we poppin 3
I'm never studying a nigga no astrology
Walk up in the mall like I just hit the lottery
And I'm still rollin dice no monopoly
I can't be controlled this ain't no colosseum
Don't fuck with boys this ain't no everybody-ology
I only speak money they only talk shit
I'm examining money, you broke-a-ology
But when we bring these guns up acknowledge these

[Hook]

Birdman
Bitch I got them birds man
Automatic 30
Pull up in a clean car, do em dirty
Yeah, Sosa Wayne, I got Young Money and Mack Maine
Pull up in that Cash Money thang
Big Tymers blang, blang, blang, blang
I be balling like I'm Stunna
Nigga you be balding like you Stunna, bald head nigga
I’m a shotter with some dreads nigga
Send bullets like brrrrr, Sosa Birdman nigga

[Hook]

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B's lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Swag, throwing b's up
I got my gat and I'm throwing b's up
I'm throwing b's up, smoking trees up
She top me, then I leave her
I'm blood gang I be throw b's up
Them diamonds in my chain put them c's up
Seazy I throw a b's b
Blood gang pistols knock down tree tree

What I'm doing, smoking tree tree
Getting that knee knee
With a thot name Kiki, her nigga wanna be me
I'm throwing that bibi bullet fine like Lil Bibby
Watching my chain go bling bling, this shit like Lil Peepee
Almighty Sosa Big Glo, made that boss shit look easy
Say you wanna catch me though if you walk in you won't see me
Pull up playin' repo takin' every nigga I'm seeing
What I ain't I'll never be, what I am I'm being

[Hook]

These choppas knocks down trees trees
Choppas knock down heads and knees knees and feet, feet
Shooting up feet, feet
We shootin' targets we don't shoot no teetee
I'm too turnt, bitch I'm TT
We know drama just like TnT
It's no comparin' he and me
Up this gun shoot his ass, cause it's he or me

[Hook]

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"Almighty So" (2013)




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Almighty So Intro lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Jungle block got thrown
Pull up myself, keep on going
If you know I am getting guwop by now
Turn up
Got 30 shots and this in and you got that
Turn up
These fuck boys know where I come from
That O game bitch ain't no game bitch, ain't worried bout none
Dolla thigh got a pom pom
And I'm almighty so so you know that all my fellow
First 4 keys, 2's for a pound of weed
My niggas in the field always blowing up my G
Everybody blunt, steady growing over me
I just hit a pint of lean, I just put my own to sleep
Ye ain't know how hard as streets that's me
I get so much money that these niggas mad at me
I'm too busy at a time picked
All ya'll foe a nigga out of me

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Sucka lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Cdai)

Cdai, What up son
Sosa Baby
Know I'm rocking baby
Gbe baby

[Hook:]
They like Sosa where you been at sucka?
I've been buyin drugs for this shit sucka
I'm a up this motherfucker like get back sucka
I'm gon shoot yo fuckin ass, you ain't no damn care sucka

Cdai, What up son
Sosa Baby
Know I'm rocking baby
Gbe baby

[Hook:]
They like Sosa where you been at sucka?
I've been buyin drugs for this shit sucka
I'm a up this motherfucker like get back sucka
I'm gon shoot yo fuckin ass, you ain't no damn care sucka
You ain't no damn Casper
Shooters pull up on yo block and have them hammers at ya
Them 4-5 shells gon damage up
With this 4-5 ain't no jamming us
Sucka suckas suckas

You know I ain't going lika a sucka motherfucker
In the plug, in the game, I ain't no Wonder Woman
Gold round my waist, got so much money on me
I fuck em fuck em fuck em

Niggas talkin that chief sosa
Fuck em fuck em
Got a 50, it's so big I can't tuck it
That nigga run up on me, I'm so thirsty so bust him
Like baka baka baka
That motherfucker is a mother sucker
Cdai got 22 shotz he from 600
You ain't getting rock star passes, I'm now at Martin, sucka

[x2:]
Got a AK with a knife on it
Sucka
You a brick we put yo life on it
Sucka

[Hook:]
They like Sosa where you been? Yea sucka
I've been buyin drugs for this shit yea sucka
I'm a up this motherfucker like get back sucka
I'm gon shoot yo fuckin ass, you ain't no damn care sucka
You ain't no damn Casper
Shooters pull up on yo block and have them hammers at ya
Them 4-5 shells gon damage up
With this 4-5 ain't no jamming us
Sucka suckas suckas

[Cdai:]
The police driving be, I testimony no nothing
Ya'll ain't shooting guns man stop it cuss
Don't make me send that 23 shot Glock at ya
Cdai where you been at sucka?
I've been up on o-block but bitch I'm from 600
I catch his ass, that's his ass
Smoke his ass just like some ganja
Dumb fuck should of ran but his ass wanna run up
I ain't playing I'm just saying got the K's in the van
And the flows, leave em leaying, on the ground where he stand
On my mans, I put 15 in a nigga head
Smoking on point this gas
Just kill a fuck nigga, real fast

[Hook:]
They like Sosa where you been at sucka?
I've been buyin drugs for this shit yea sucka
I'm a up this motherfucker like get back sucka
I'm gon shoot yo fuckin ass, you ain't no damn care sucka
You ain't no damn Casper
Shooters pull up on yo block and have them hammers at ya
Them 4-5 shell gon damage up
With this 4-5 ain't no jamming us
Sucka suckas suckas

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Ape Shit lyrics - Chief keef

Yea, me and my nigga – the Almighty SO
See ya'll fuck niggas out there perpetrate balling
Actin like ya'll getting some money or something

Damn damn damn
I've been all the way for real nigga
Damn damn damn damn damn damn
You throw them trash bags around, you feel me?
It's the Almighty SO
Damn damn damn damn damn damn
It's the DJ Scream nigga
Ayo Sosa go Ape Shit on the niggas

Remember sellin blows at my grandma house
Now I got enough my nigga, gra grandma house.
Try to rob me, I'm a pull that Nina out
If you stand is so the club stick it up
You lil mickey mouse, don't be snitchin now
'Cause I'll send my hitters to come trace you down.
Nina toat a dildo, and she'll dick you down
It say with the Glo, put em in a clouds
I'm thirsty shit feelin itchy though
Let me catch a nigga, get this nigga down
I was totin 50, now I'm pimpin up
I need to bust them messes enough

Go ape shit, go ape shit
Don't make us pull the guns on rotation
Nina let me down and oh baby
We're pulling out them choopas like the Haitians
Like the 80s, I'm going crazy
All this guwop, all these foreigns baby
Lot of shots in all these guns baby
I know you wanna have my son, baby

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Hunchoz lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
How much he got? I'm gone though
Tell that nigga call my phone though
Come through beating 30's like some
Congo's this nigga better hold my gun
Bro I need a pint how much you want though
He better want 6hunchoz I got pulled over
Doing a hunchoz off a hundred blunts
Pockets filled of hunchoz

[Verse - Chief Keef:]
I'm off the dope
All out in public walk in the mall like fuck it
I buy everything I wanted cause I remember
When I couldn't well now I got them hunchoz
Money long like rapunzel hair you think you got
Them hunchoz believe me boy you don't even want
To go there Glock 17 so rare shoot your ass
Dead in your air come through blowing shit down cold air
Going crazy like my auntie Sonya

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
How much he got? I'm gone though
Tell that nigga call my phone though
Come through beating 30's like some
Congo's this nigga better hold my gun
Bro I need a pint how much you want though
He better want 6hunchoz I got pulled over
Doing a hunchoz off a hundred blunts
Pockets filled of hunchoz

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In Love With The Gwop lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Girl u is my baby girl u is my baby
I gotta smoke some weed cause girl u drive me crazy
Man I wish a nigga try to take it
30 shots all to his brain yeah
Cause I'm in love with the gwop [x9]

[Verse:]
I'm in love with ya gwuap [x2]
Let a nigga try to take it better come with his Glock
Better have 30 shots cause I got a 50 shot
And this motherfuckin Glock let it motherfuckin pop
Like bop bop bop at a opp or opp thot
Let any opp try me bet any opp drop
I don't care bout no thot I don't play bout my gwuap
And I pray that she don't leave me cause I fuck her off alot
Member posted on the block running from them cops
Rocks in my socks Glock on my hip
Now I'm a young rich nigga named sosa baby
I love the gwuap like I love kaykay

[Hook]

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Young Rambos lyrics - Chief Keef

Pay close attention nigga
This right here history for the scriptures
DJ Scream, Chief Keef

[x4:]
Niggas talkin bout me like is you a hater
She be on her way
Gonna kick all on her face
'Cause I get it like it's my birthday

Lil nigga try to play me like he want one
He'll be at them boy
And hear me my young boys
Cause we do like young Rambos

[x2:]
Niggas talkin bout me like is you a hater
She be on her way
Gonna kick all on her face
'Cause I get it like it's my birthday

Lil nigga try to play me like he want one
He'll be at them boy
And hear me my young boys
Cause we do like young Rambos

Niggas talkin bout me like is you a hater
She be on her way
Gonna kick all on her face
'Cause I get it like it's my birthday

Lil nigga try to play me like he want one
He'll be at them boy
And hear me my young boys
Cause we do like young Rambos

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Blew My High lyrics - Chief Keef

This DJ Scream, it's Chief Keef nigga
This that Almighty SO
This right here a soundtrack for real niggas to ride to
Yo fuck them fuck boys
Ayo fuck them snitch niggas

[Hook:]
I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired
Remeber when I use to fantasize
Got this nina with me, you know she gon' ride
Blow a nigga down, Do or Die
They scared, go to church Bitch Kumayah
Them pistols get to bussin', Boo-ya-ya
You ain't with the Glo Gang nigga, who are ya?
Stay touchin' my phone, this just bitch just blew my high

[Verse:]
This bitch just blew my high and I was high off all of these drugs
I walk in the mall and buy out all of these stores,
Nigga came out with two bags he thought he was
I was off that tho', Because I was high of all these lean
Let a nigga try me, I got my Glock forty
It got thirty shot in it, it gon' make em scream. (SCREAM!) [x2]
(PRAISE God!) [x2]
I gotta get high to balance my lows
I'm movin' to fast, I gotta pour a four
Spend lots of cash, mama used to be broke
(SOSA) [x2]
Cause I'm a shoot when I see my opponent
Shoot late ass nights and early ass mornings
But hold up I gotta roll me a dutch

[Hook:]
I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired
Remeber when I use to fantasize
Got this nina with me, you know she gon' ride
Blow a nigga down, Do or Die
They scared, go to church Bitch Kumayah
Them pistols get to bussin', Boo-ya-ya
You don't wanna go against nigga, who are ya?
Stay touchin' my phone, this just bitch just blew my high

(Legendary) (Historical)
(DJ Scree) (Chief Keef)
Almighty SO for the streets nigga

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Me lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

See we soldiers up here
It's a war and we soldiers out here nigga

[Hook:]
I got a bitch, she is from Italia
Smoking on this herb, just got this shit, it be fillin me up
You think it's yo time but it could be up
That's why I got a 30 on me, nigga try me, it could be up
Tell take off slow, I just bought a foreignerie
All of the gwop like I love Keke, it's like my daughter to me
See my bank account it looks like Norbit to me
Say you getting gwop, nigga show it to me

Like Tony Montana, pull up just to you
But it's damn I'm Sosa, the last time I leave
I know niggas plot, I got nutted on me, but this hella on me
I got some niggas in that cut ready to blow me already
And damn you were fuckin bout yo family homie
Bitch I'm blowin all up but the camera's on me

Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa, new Capone, new Meech
I blow niggas up, give them guns and nigga be blowin for me
I was tryna disguise, how'd you know it was me?
You got a pistol, nigga blow it at me and you know I'm flashy

[Hook:]
I got a bitch, she is from Italia
Smoking on this herb, just got this shit, it be fillin me up
You think it's yo time but it could be up
That's why I got a 30 on me, nigga try me, it could be up
Tell take off slow, I just bought a foreignerie
All of the gwop like I love Keke, it's like my daughter to me
She my bitch but kinda looks like no good to me
Say you getting gwop, nigga show it to me

I'm up on that tropical, check of the bag, I'm shakin the D
I'm solid and a half, I'm sellin her fast, they sellin for me
Just run up my trap, lookin for stash, I'm shootin for free
Aim at yo trash, I'll shoot at yo head, you fall to yo knees
Niggas be like from reverse rotate are gonna cost me a G
House look like the mob, took the bitch down, I ball off the D
These niggas they watchin, these bitches they watchin, eyes all on me
Pop up the cut and line his ass up, nigga gon fall on me
Take my lil guys up, take her yea shoppin and it's all on me
They stay back fallin, now they showin how they got them hundreds on me
Got a club and the bed stayin fresh
Come through, bitch party on me
I tell that bitch to ride it fast like a Ducatti on me

[Hook:]
I got a bitch, she is from Italia
Smoking on this herb, just got this shit, it be fillin me up
You think it's yo time but it could be up
That's why I got a 30 on me, nigga try me, it could be up
Tell take off slow, I just bought a foreignerie
All of the gwop like I love Keke, it's like my daughter to me
She my bitch but kinda looks like no good to me
Say you getting gwop, nigga show it to me

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Self lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Intro:]
Niggas know how I rock
Bow down bitch my name king sosa now
I ain't chief keef no mo

They want the old Sosa. For what doe?
That's a crazy low down dirty cut throat
I'm smoking earth let me show you how my heart go
Got my 9 on me bitch, Rondo

I brought the bank out Wells Fargo
You ain't getting money boy that not yours
I got a pint of lean I'm a sip it by my self
Sneak diss and find your self by yo self

Remember I'm a blog, posted by myself
That bitch told me control myself, I tell er go fuck yo self
Cdai Got 22 shots he comin all by himself!
But know he got a 5, he woulda so now he gon hide his self
You ain't getting money yo lil lying self
Get a $100, 000 check and spend it by myself
Bitch don't mess this shit, I'll get it in by myself
And if I wanna fuck I'm a hit it by myself

[Hook:]
Girl just want a picture by her self, by her self
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You ain't Squad bitch I'll leave yo by yo self, by yo self
And go and get in the morning by myself, by myself

[Tadoe:]
I got some niggas that's some hitters by they self
Don't care if you with them niggas or if you by yo self
T Roy got a gun that's bigger than him
And he gon blow that bitch up by his self
He don't miss, he gon lead the right one left
Can't find a bitch, just say you're silly, why it went well
I got a glow, I know that people like to steal
Baby you gotta glow, one day you might as well

You want that hard shit?
Pull up on yo block, let that glock spit
Two choppas in my hand, you want that off shit
Broad day out the car with the mob sticks
How you runnin to yo pa like ah shit
I'm a hit about myself, you are not shit
10-17 go bang these hoes, all I did
I'm a hit about myself, you are not shit
10-17 go bang these hoes, all I did

[Hook:]
Girl just want a picture by her self, by her self
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You ain't Squad bitch I'll leave yo by yo self, by yo self
And go and get in the morning by myself, by myself

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Nice lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Nice, nice, that shit nice
Nice, nice, nice, that bitch be like
I just got a new bitch that bitch be nice
Nahh, nahh, gloin' up
Nice, nice, nice, nice

[Hook:]
Nice, nice, I just got a new bitch she nice
Shawty got a booty it's nice
Baby you never seen this much nice shit in your life
Bitch everything that I buy nice
I'm always Gloin' like a light
You can call me any damn thing but nice
I just got a new crib it's nice

[Verse:]
Nice, nice, nice, nice, I'm sippin' on this dirty sprite
I gotta nice gonna take your life
Bitch see Balenciagas these ain't no Mikes
And they nice, nice, nice, I payed 300 twice
I'm 300 and 300 twice
And growin' I was nothin nice
So I tote pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes
Fuck with me I'll shoot ya twice
And it ain't gon' be nothin' nice
We laugh his ass he wanna run
They say my cup too dirty all night
And it ain't gon' be nothin nice
I'm goin out with my pipe
Havin' a showdown with the sprite

[Hook]

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Salty lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I get gwop now that bitch remember me
I send shots now them niggas hearing me
Step out the cut smoking like a chimney
I got all these racks on me now she feeling me
She salty [x8]

[Verse:]
100 thousand for my car keys, million dollar house keys
She only wanna talk to me cause her boyfriend not me
I'm smoking on broccoli cause it's healthy for me
Plus I'm getting alot of money, I ain't never hungry
Guns mask black opps scream, a nigga try to rob me
If a nigga try to rob, he gonna be salty
Guns spraying like Oil Sheen
Hollows get a nigga off me
Make me feel like pac me all eyes on me
Ho's mouth drop when I ride pass cause my truck cost a lam
See this ice on my wrist and never when the lights go off like damn
Ballin' so damn so hard I tried to slam dunk and I broke the rim
Coughin' so damn hard put 3 grams in a blunt then I broke it down
Million dollar house keys, get the fuck off me
Damn almighty cause I know you feel salty
Now I only speak gwopanese, play that bitch like the lottery
You could act like you ain't salty, that shit don't bother me

[Hook]

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Woulda Coulda lyrics - Chief keef

We ain't done yet
We got so many classics for the street
Sosa give it to em nigga
Scream

Flow so good, they put they foot in it, they coulda have
I'm flexin boy, watch that bitch I wouldn't have
Baby say I'm handsome, girl you shouldn't have
Check my pockets, be afraid of my other half

Niggas always talkin bout what they coulda did
Man they niggas always talkin bout what they shoulda did
And what they woulda did
And what they coulda did
All the fuck he shoulda did
Ask them niggas in the gutter shoot you dead
And they gon do you big
They shot you 'cause you made a wrong move and you know you're dead

Niggas say they smoking loud, that's most stupid mix
Man these niggas always runnin miles like some stupid chick
I should put my dick in her, motherfucker lean down on Gucci still
'Cause I can't trust these trust of yours, I'm a shoot the stupid stupid

Flow so good, they put they foot in it, they coulda have
I'm flexin boy, watch that bitch I wouldn't have
Baby say I'm handsome, girl you shouldn't have
Check my pockets, be afraid of my other half

Niggas always talkin bout what they coulda did
Man they niggas always talkin bout what they shoulda did

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I Kno lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
I Know [x12]

[Hook:]
Niggas looking for me I'm somewhere smoking on dope
Say that life for me then nigga I'm a fuck yo ho
I brought the bank out with me nigga wells fargo
Glo'd all up, pull up in a gallado
I know, I know I know (I Know [x3])
Is it because my ice game bling like me, I know
I know, I know I know (I Know [x3])
Cause I'm getting gwop they don't like me and I know

[Verse:]
I'm finna buy me a diablo, sit it on forgiatos
Coolin' with my padros, glory boys got dough
That's my squad though
Girl up shots though, fxck her though
Fxck a ho, she can give me top though
Then fall off, pull off in that 'rari though
Chief Sosa you flexin', these chains a lot though
Freestylin though, check my clothes game, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
100 thousand for these llama fucking Jesus, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
His bitch say she wanna hit the top, bitch fuck with me you might glo

[Hook]

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Baby Whats Wrong With You lyrics - Chief Keef

Every time I get it off
Every time I get it off
She like I like my weed at home

Sosa when you'll meet my folks?
I don't know, just wait it off
Sosa when you need my phones?

Sosa when you need my phones?
Green fly like peter do
She like I left my weed at home, oh can you get me stoned?
Baby that is not a exuse
So what you wanna do?
You ain't gotta roll one, baby You can roll a few
But I ain't gone smoke with yo
Stay askin me Wat I'm on with chu
Baby what's wrong with you?

Baby said she on me like glue
My thirty stay on me to
And I shot a movie too
Lambo a post on the block
Fuckin on one of my opps
Let the bitch try to set me up
Should gone be stuck between a rock and a motherfucker glock
My bitch bad, she terrible
Beat a bitch like keta do
Foreign all my vehicles
And I gotta thank Jesus too
Yea, well none of it is easy too
Remember all of that, you need me too
Remember all of that, you need me too
Oh now they need me too

Sosa when you need my phones?
Girl fly like pretty to go
She like I love my weed, oh can you get me stoned?
Baby that is not a scripture
So what you wanna know?
Yea I go about you, I'm a feel it
But I'm a smoke the truth
Stay, I set me while I'm on the truth
Baby what's wrong with you?

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Yesterday lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Let a nigga, gats go bang

[Hook:]
I'm fuckin' on these hoes, I'm swaggin' on these hoes
Let a nigga try me gat is gonna blow
I'm nuttin' on these hoes, splashin' on these hoes
Pull off in that 'rari, draggin' on these hoes
You gotta know me though, my gat is on me though
And I'm still off these blunts from yesterday
Shoot a nigga in the ass for today and yesterday

[Verse:]
Yesterday, yesterday
Bitch wanna fuck me, lets see what my schedule say
She a dumb thottie, I met her yesterday
Yellow kind of dope and it's smellin' great
I bought that yesterday, yesterday
Had she been gone, I smoke that yesterday
I remember posted on front street sellin' that ya
I remember that shit like it was yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday

[Hook]

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"Bang Part Two" (2013)




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12 Bars lyrics - Chief Keef

Got his bitch trippin' cause she seeing me
Thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissing me
Say he got a shrimpy dick

Pull off in that rari
Now they think I'm on some fishy shit
Two year ago I didn't have no car
I was on that come get me shit shit
Two years ago I didn't have no job
I was on that young drilla shit

Posted on the block with that Glock
Tryna drill some shit
Don't give no fuck that thot with the opps
I'm a drill a bitch
And I swear these opps know how I rock
Glo until I be killed

I don't want your bitch boy
Trying to see if I can fit my schedule with her
I won't wife a bitch boy
These bitches be going every where

I don't care bout going to jail
They treat me like heaven there
Before I let a nigga try and kill me
I'm a send his ass 11 shells

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Morgan Tracy lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitches shakin' ass, but that shit, it don't amaze me
I'm off the act this shit got me feelin' lazy
I was born in the 90s, fuck the 80s
Cause I've got lots of guap, all these niggas hate me
Big shouts out to mama, she the one who made me
Big shouts out to gradmama, she the one who raised me
Them people made a star named Sosa, baby (Almighty)
I spend lots of guap, thinkin' Morgan Tracy

[Verse: Chief Keef]
I'm smokin' on this dope, this shit it got me high as fuck
You disrespect the Glo, you know we've got to light you up
And all you hear is ambulances and them fire trucks
Thirty chop the car, do' that shit on the Regular
Coolin' with the stars, I ain't talkin' famous
I'm a break down this cigar, puff, puff, no passin'
They say I'm gettin' fat, bitch, that's what them bands did
They ain't see me, they see my car, and they say I'm handsome
I've got too much guap fallin' out my pants
These bitches in my hair, I'm too rich for some dandruff
I don't do the dash, bitch, I do the damn drift
These boys don't want no smoke, they don't want no cancer
Get 'em by the loads when I get them bands up
No, I ain't no brick, but I'm money dancin'
I like dirty Sprites same as dirty Fantas
Get showered with this Lamar, I ain't talking Kendrick

[Hook]

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All Time lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Glo Gang
Holiday, sup bro...
Tell them what we Got?

[Hook:]
Ak's and Shotguns
We let off shots and we watch y'all run
Y'all dumb, y'all ain't gettin' no money
I'm flexin' on these suckas all the time
Spend my money, it's all mines
Runnin' through a hundred thousand cause I get money all the time
Say they gettin' money, they all lyin'
I think I'm the youngest flexer of all time

[Verse 1:]
I'm on this dope, I'm all high
Just bought a new gun, let's go do a drive-by
Ain't even gotta do it, my niggas gone do a drive-by
You better duck, lil goons finna shoot ya graa graa
I will never snitch and I will not lie
Nigga try to take my jewelry bye bye
No bitch, I don't want no pussy bye bye
If yo nigga think it's cookie graa graa

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
She gave me top, like she know how
Tell me why you bitches do that all the time
I got some Cubans that'll do it all the time
Used to move dope got some niggas that do it all the time
I use to rob I got some niggas that will do it all the time
And them Chiraq big shot that will shoot ya all the time
I'm from O'Block where they be shooting all the time
But we ain't worried b cause we got all the guns

[Hook]

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Fuck Me lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook: x2]
Glo boy, I been with it since jump street
Right when we was selling D, right there on Front Street
You drunk bitch, why this bitch don't want me
I just had a six some, them hoes was acting country

Thots ugly cause that bitch say she love me
Cause I don't like the texting, I don't want no company
I dick her down she like 'Sosa you drugged me'
Told all her friends now them hoes wanna fuck me

[Verse:]
Aye aye I'm bankroll shawty
I got so much money I bought a bitch to match my robbins
I'm king go shawty a nigga
Try and rob me he get brains blown shawty
I got 2 Glocks 40's
They both got 30's in it
Run up then you shot shawty
And all I ride is 'raris
But I just bought a Beemer truck
I'm sittin' on some 40's

I got the set with me
This shit ain't Aquafina but I got get wet with me
Bitch I got what you need
Is you gone suck my dick
And if you not you gotta leave
Cause I'm a cash count
Bitch I be high off that earth
She hit my weed, she passed out
I'm a laugh now I know this bitch I told you bitch
Can't stand me, sit yo ass down

[Hook]

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Chiefin Keef lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tray Savage, Tadoe)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Pull up in a foreign (Skrr Skrrr Skuurrrttt) She thought she seen a beast
A nigga think I'm going (Heh Heeh Heeeh) I got my thing with me
Glo Gang known for blowin' (Heeh Heeeh) always got a thing or piece
Saying that you blowing (Huuh Huh) but you never seen a piece
I'm high of this earth boy, I'm higher than Jesus be
Coming on my turf boy, you gonna need a Jesus piece
Them bullets fly no Nerf boy, Change yo ass like the seasons be
Nigga say he lookin' for me, I'm with my nigga chiefin keef.

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I'm high of this earth boy, I'm where Jesus be
Shoot a nigga ass, if he don't believe in me
My truck super fast, don't think you leavin' me
Tray Savage got the mac, he make it scream for me
He shot the crowd up, he thought he seen a G
Boy roll your loud up, cause you can't cheef with me
I got my 9 tucked, I let it meet a nigga
I'm a Glo O Block ass nigga, I put heat to a nigga
Spent one song on a foreign, ain't got no features with it
Come right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher and 'em
Spent one song on a foreign, ain't got no features with it
Come right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher and 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tray Savage]
I be with some killers and them niggas smoke the loudest weed
They got alotta guns, they'll blow you down for me
They rob yo ass, they find you got some pounds of weed
Shoot a nigga up, he can't get down with me
Like hold up, hold up Rocket launcher on his shoulder
You get hit with that it's over
Glory boy shit I told you
Get money boy, where yo hoes at

Tray savage got the mac he blows that

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Hollows hit his body, body drop
I got a fuckin Glock, with a mark
If Sosa say smoke his ass, then he gon' get popped
We got 100 chops with Glocks with red dots

[Hook]

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Buy It lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I Just Pulled Up in That Old Color of Glue
I just spend 20 on a chains, thousands on some shoes
I done fuck every bitch you wanted to
They don't fuck with you cause I don't fuck with you
They like chief sosa when we gone hit the stu
I'm like when you put the o on side the two
They like sosa and I got ya album too
If I was you bitch I will buy two

They like sosa you so mean to me
You don't know what you mean to me
Ever since you came in the game
You been fucking up the scenery

I know I feel like john cena
Ain't no nigga seeing me
Tryna rob me they meet my damn nena
Ain't a nigga getting a thing from me

Had to put that bitch out
She was on some things to me
She ain't wanna shake her ass
She wanted to sing for me

Tryna blow nigga oh no
Cause I ride my thing with me
I feel like g.I joe tho
I come from the meanest streets
Almighty sosa from the o
That what it mean to me
Balling with no basketball
Got a basketball in my beamer seats
Poppin shit like vegetable oil
Poppin shit like season wheat
I take the mon to dangelong [?]
I pop some shit I'm my meeting great

Cause I got all this johnny dang on me
And I got all this damn bread on me
You ain't taking shit
You can take one to the head homie
Now I got all this damn red on me

[Hook]

Chief sosa shiting on you lames man
She like I know I follow you on instagram
She give me nose like she toucan Sam
Smoking on this dope and I'm coughing like dam
Bitch stop acting dumb u know who I am
I be balling hard and flexing no jams

And if you want a verse send my check in the mail
You niggas ain't gone shoot man you niggas gone tell
Get yo ass smoke if you dropping the l
They like hold up chief so I be bopping the l
Get yo ass smoke if you dropping the l
They like hold up chief so I be bopping the l

[Hook]

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Aint Done Turnin Up lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch
I ain't done turnin' up, bitch

[Verse:]
Say, I ain't done turnin' up, shit
I'm too busy turnin' up shit
Countin' guap, bitch I get it quick
Try and take it, you'll be burnin' up quick
Tadoe off the drugs on that fuck shit
Bad yellow bone doing my laundry
You say you wanna fuck, well I want some head
I've got a hundred dollars, where you want it at?
Cause I'm countin', girl, I'm money countin'
I ain't gotta count it, I've got a money counter
I'm up here at the top, started from the bottom
I can't really trust niggas, so I gotta watch 'em
Cause these niggas plottin' cause I'm gettin' guap now
Back then they didn't want to fuck with me
But they fuck with me cause I'm hot now
I see what Mike Jones was talkin' 'bout
Now I'm 'bout to pour a four and smoke my lungs out

[Hook]

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Hoez N Oz lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Hoes and Oz
How you ain't know
Hoes and Oz [x20]

[Verse 1:]
Hoes and Oz
Bitch how don't you know
It's in the air this L-O-U-D
I don't like sober
I'm off the lean I'm falling over
I fucked his bitch, she like to smoke
You dumb bitch, you gotta go
He spilled his act 'pon my shoes
These ain't no jordans, bitch these balenciaga

[Hook: x2]
Oh no [x4]
No more hoes and oz [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Smoking out this pound nigga I don't smoke skinnies
Ride pass me, niggas mad cause my truck cost a Lamboghini
I got all this money on me all them hoes get to see me
Getting top by a woman named Lady Gaga but she got an ass like Nicki
At the party won't you come see me
She like do I gotta bring my weed with me
I'm like hell nah bitch you know I be chiefing keef
She like haha you mean to me
Bitch I'm Chief Sosa Houdini
Smoking on this green D
This bitch thought she was independent
Tryna bring her own weed but it smell like

[Hook]

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What I Wanna Do lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
You don't got enough cheese boy fuck wrong with you
You ain't no street nigga can't make no song with you
Boy that ain't yo cheese it don't belong to you
I got so much money I do what I wanna do
Wanna do, do what I wanna do
I got so much money I do what I wanna do
What I wanna do, what I wanna do
How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2

[Verse:]
Got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine, and that ganja
And I don't do that molly, give that shit to Blood Money
And we don't love these bitches we just fuck them and dump them
And boy don't test me your best bet trying Obama
I pull up in that Rari screaming boy fuck your Hyundai
And I ain't gonna stop til Beyonce my fiance
I'm flexin on these bitches all gold bottles no Bombay
Take 50 thousand dollars, Ill run through it in one day
I'm a glo boy I be shining from my wrist to my gold teeth
And you better be talkin money when you approach me
I been ballin so damn hard I swear I think that I'm Kobe
You say I ain't getting money pussy boy you don't know me

[Hook]

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Cause Im Gettin Money lyrics - Cheif Keef

[Hook:]
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blocks on me
It's reakin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me what bitch do not know me
I'm a blow this thing like Odee
Leanin off this Act I OD
Can't trust a face them niggas plotting on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money

[Verse:]
Got that bitch off the drugs, she a zombie
She wanna fuck with us, we get money
Bitch is you drunk, you want my Beamer car keys?
Let's see if they got Beamer taxis
Just bought Kay Kay a Beamer car seat
My boys gon' spray, let us see a opp please
I'm Sunny and you niggas coffee
But now that is my favorite mafi
Bitch I ain't with that lovie dovie
Bitch you just gotta suck and fuck me
Got a pound of that erb, it's lovely
Now I'm sparking up, climbing up trees
While I'm smoking on this dope this bitch keep calling my phone
Don't you see I'm getting high, bitch just leave me alone
I see niggas feelings hurt, tell Chief Sosa what's wrong
Bustin' like I'm dealing, jerk got my dumb ass pulled over

[Hook]

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2 Much lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I say these hoes ain't shit
I'm not trippin on no thot
I don't like conversations
You gone let me fuck or not
While these niggas sneak dissin
I'll be tourin gettin gwap
I be Flexin on these suckas
Pullin' up in foreign drop
These hoes say I'm too much
I think I'm to much
A nigga try Almighty Sosa he get touched
These hoes be tryin' too much
Doin too much
Bitch I couldn't call your phone I was doin too much

[Verse:]
They say I smoke too much
Lean too much
T- Roy my shooter and he will shoot ya
I put Tadoe in the cut Fredo was in it too much
If you ain't on that opp shit than we salute ya
I get money too much
Spend it too much
And if you try to take it then my niggas shoot ya
When I throw it in the air these hoes be doin' too much
When we leave a bitch with too many hoes we bought a tour bus
I just got Kay Kay a check we finna hit Toys R Us
Spent 20 thousand dollars think I bought her too much
I just got Kay Kay a check we finna hit Toys R Us
Spent 20 thousand dollars think I bought her too much

[Hook]

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No It Dont lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
No it don't
Bitch no it don't
No it don't [x3]

[Hook:]
Do a 30 coming ass out 9 no it don't
You say your Rollie tick you lying bitch no it don't
You think your car go faster than mine no it don't
They like sosa you know the time bitch you know it though
No it don't
Bitch no it don't [x3]

[Verse:]
He said when he see me he gon', blast but I know he won't
I'll leave him in the past, that's what he want
You say you getting cash, but I know you don't
Glo Gang fuckin' on thots, getting guap that's what we on
I ain't worried about you bitch nigga I got my shooters
I pay they ass 5K every friday they won't hesitate to shoot you
I don't need any 1's on 2's bitch but I don't eat no sushi
I just wan't to skeet in yo mouth bitch eat it like some food please
I don't wan't no coochi don't make me find my mood please
You say I act mean bitch you know I don't, no we can't go to the movies
No I don't know you B smokin' Keisha getting top by Susie
... Jojo... she give daddy...

[Hook]

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3 lyrics - chief Keef

[Hook:]
This bitch wanna smoke all my weed
I don't want no sex so ho get on your knees
Baby, you won't regret the day that you fuck me
But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed
Man, I wish a nigga would try me
He gonna need a morgue no iv
Let five shots off, he got hit with bout 3
Now I got 22 left and about 3

[Verse:]
Sosa how many chains you got on, about 3
I don't stay in one house, I bought 3
There's 3 nigga in your house in the orders of me
And they all shooting boy they ready for anything
I bought 3 pounds of weed and 3 pints of lean
I know you wanna get high baby
Just suck my dick from the side baby
Or don't hop in my ride baby

[Hook]

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Gotta Glo Up One Day lyrics - Chief Keef

{Hallelujah... Tell these hoes they gotta glo up one day, Bitch you gotta}

[Hook:]
Bitch, you gotta glo up one day [x6]
Bitch, you gotta...
Bitch, you gotta glo up one day [x8]

[Verse:]
Pull off in the rari, shit I gotta glo up one day
I don't fit nobody bitch, yeah I blow up for days
Don't make me get this fucking bitch
I gotta glo up one day
Baby you should let me fuck, shit you gotta glo up one day
I'm the man, I'm the man baby
I'm a glo man, bitch you can't shake me
I'm gloed up, gotta get more money on my baby
Saying you don't wanna fuck me, bitch you must be crazy

[Bridge:]
Bitch, you gotta glo up one day
Even pour you one
I take somebody whole life savings, just spend it on one
Blow and turn yo whole Block into a runway
I'm bout to go and everybody gotta glo up one day

[Hook]

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Hard Way lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Smoking dope gotta find out the hard way
Don't make us make you find out the hard way
Bitch we do it the smart way
Bitch I'm oblock and I do it the squad way
Bitch it's the hard way or the squad way
And bitch we love the hard way
Don't make us start spray in broad day
Leaving eyes, brains in they hallways

[Verse:]
I put 30 seconds on my beat
I be so high so damn high that u can't see
I be chiefin keef and these bitches love chief keef cause he keep a couples gs
Got lvs and double gs
My lv's don't wanna leave
Double gs a couple gs
Nigga must be drinking lean if he think he can fuck with me
I sting like a bumble bee
Man this shit ain't nothing to me
I fuck lotta hoes man a bitch ain't nuthin to me

[Hook]

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"Finally Rich" (2012)




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