Upset lyrics - Chief Keef
I leave niggas upset
Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset
That's your bitch? I fucked that
And left a bitch upset
She ain't getting paid though
I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow
Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls
Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover
Bitch, this that turn up turn up
Run up, you'll get done up done up
911, bitch, murder, murder
Sosa crazy motherfucker
I got my gun with me for emergency
These niggas with me courtesy
I remember doing burglaries
Now for a show I get 'bout 30 Gs
30 in this Glock, one, 9 and 4-O
And my FN tote 'bout 1 double O
Bitch, I'm from 3 double O and 6 double O
Disrespect that, bet my niggas shooting for your throat
Aye, my truck cost two double O, watch on 84
Karats, that shit crazy those, I'm only 18 though
In my pocket 18 though, when I just spent 18 4
Hit the strip club and make it rain 'bout 8 Gs though
I leave niggas upset
Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset
That's your bitch? I fucked that
And left a bitch upset
She ain't getting paid though
I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow
Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls
Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover
Run Up lyrics - Chief Keef
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up
Up up in the way
100 shots in this K
Shoot you if you in the way
Hundred bands for the case
Girl you got guap, that's great
'Cause your ass wasn't gonna get saved
What I'ma buy today, I don't know what to do with all this cake
He think off on me gon' take, but this shit is not a race
I bought a 100 pair of Giuseppes and I still ain't worn none to this day
I got a girl wearing this shit with my bank
A billion dollars my ring
I'm king Sosa baby, so how you gon' tell me I ain't?
She give me, fuck up in vibration
I'm in through your five with my Haitians
Bought gold bottles, but ask me what I'm drinking
I always ride, always leanin'
And she gon' give me top, mamacita
I'ma buy some new Brazilians
I already know your ass a little eater
But she want me to save her
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up
Macaroni Time Remix lyrics - Chief Keef
Say she like my car
Seen me with the stars
Un un
Buck buck
Huh
Phew, Bang
With the stars, know she wanna now me now
She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying
I'm cooling around Japan
Or I'm cooling in Benihanas, man
Eating macaroni, man
Cause I'm allergic to lobsters, man
I got macaroni cheese
Macaroni tote fifty
Let a nigga say he want the beef
Got loony niggas with me, give 'em Macs, they blow for me
Coolin' overseas, smoking trees
My niggas in the streets, smoking Gs
I don't know anything, you po-police
But this weed and this dirty Sprite on me
That bitch got a ass, she eat a lot of bread and macaroni
When she threw it back I was like holy matrimony
Cooling with the owner of the club, baby girl, I got my 40 and
Pull up in the macaroni Beamer on macaroni rims, rims
I swear I'm ballin' like Kobe, I am
High off this earth, you know I am
Get the MAC out the back of this all black truck and go macaroni, I am
These niggas ain't going loony, I am
Tell the cash giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, treat it like a little pony, I am
Kay Kay like it so buy a lot of macaroni, I am
Flexing on my opponents, I am
Eating all this macaroni in here
She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying
Sosa Pain lyrics - Chief Keef
DathanBeatz
Flowing on these beats
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they paid me
(Glo Gang) Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Sosa baby, have my baby
Tutu and Aiki
And Fathead, Junebug
Ay
Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats
She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes
Dada, that's how Kay Kay be
Blat blat, that's how AK be
I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety
Getting off these drugs and I got my gat, bitch
See a opp, shit still gon' get hectic
They like Sosa on that new shit
Nah, Sosa on that next shit
Why niggas on that old shit?
Niggas rapping like the old me
Thought that I ain't know, bitch
But I don't give no shit
'Cause I'm with Glo, bitch
And you know we smoking
And you know we toting
See your brick bitch ass, you know we blowing
Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats
She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes
Dada, that's how Kay Kay be
Blat blat, that's how AK be
I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety
Rolls lyrics - Chief Keef
Spent some rolls, on some clothes, aye, aye
And some rolls on some hoes, aye, aye
Them bitches gon' go 'cause my rolls, aye
Pistol with me, it'll go where my rolls at
Got a couple trucks, I ain't got no Rolls, aye
And I like lean not no rosé, aye, aye
She only wanna fuck me for my rolls, aye, aye
But I play that role like I ain't know that, aye, aye
Rolling up this thrax, this that thoink pack, aye, aye
Rolling off a flat, where my joint at? Aye, aye
Sipping on this Act, that's Karo pack, aye, aye
You ain't sipping lean, and I know that, aye, aye
Rolling with my niggas and we on that, aye
Roll up on your ass like where your rolls at? Aye
I heard you roll with opps, where they post at?
I be rolling like a 18 wheel with 4-5, aye aye
And it got a thirty, and I tote that
Fifty in my forty, I enroll that
Pull that bitch up and I control that
Give his ass the hiccups and I patrol that, aye
Rolled up on a nigga block, come back, call it a re-rock, aye
Niggas at your front door, knockin', guns at your peep hole, aye
I'm busy counting ih-uh, money, the blunts, they be pre-rolled
Roll up, catch a nigga lackin', he gon' need a hero, aye
Roll up with my three rolls and my three poles with my ego, aye
Rolling with all these glos, we got three piece and 'bout three Os, aye
Smoking on all the dope, we roll the dope and roll these hoes, aye
Tryna roll on the Glo, we take your dumb ass on a bumpy road, aye
Rolls in my bank, and my coat, and my draws, aye
Hoes want my life, and my rolls, and my clothes
Niggas want my life, and my ice, them my foes
So I roll with the pipe 'cause I can't trust a soul, aye
Bitch, rolling we gonna be, I ain't had sleep in a week, aye
Chasing that green, fucking things, fucking with the heat-t-t
Bitch, we nosebleed when we see
Rolls all beneath my feet
Rolls in between my teeth
Rolls, when I eat, I feast, aye
Rolling up a blunt of Aiki
With my heat, his night I lit
Pay Johnny Dang some rolls for rolls and diamonds in my Breitling, aye
My mom was a rolling stoner, bitch, I ain't had a dad then
Grandma tryna raise me in a room, rolling D got me indicted
I ain't had to say it like that, aye
Rolling 'round with steel like that
'Cause you see, tote fifty, shit, now we spraying like that
Shouldn't be playing like that
Rolling 'round with your mans like that, aye
No pistol in here like that
Rolled up on your ass like brrat! Aye, aye
Rolling, rolling, rolling, aye, aye
Bitch I'm toting, holding, blowing, aye, aye
Bitch I'm blowing for the moment, aye, aye
Nigga roll up then I'm on 'em, aye
So I roll with my anaconda
Roll with thirties, not no damn Pythons, aye
Police rolling down on me, aye
Least I have my money, aye
Rolling out my mind, aye
Blowing like I'm blind
When I count rolls, bitch, I'm deaf
Made me count rolls with my nine
Blocka lyrics - Chief Keef
Franklin and Choppa
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Choppa
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)
Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
They go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)
Pull up flexin' on everybody I see
Everybody wanna be like Keef
Everybody don't like Keef
But won't nobody try Keef
Like a hookah, smokin' Tooka
You smokin' fufu, call it G
Bitch, I ain't no fucking Mubu
I'll leave you Tutu (bang bang bang)
Guns go blocka (bang bang, bang bang)
Sosa a crazy motherfucker (bang bang)
Choppa, Bang
Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we goin' to an opera (bang bang)
Round, shootin' niggas down (Bang)
Where my fuckin crown? (huh)
Bitch, I'm King Glo (King Glo, Almighty)
Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos (no kinkos, kinkas)
I'ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo
Actin' like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze
I'm flexin' on, niggas pissed
I see you walkin', got a pistol (bitch)
Shoot it at me, you know I'm down little nigga
I can fuck your sister and your mama, little nigga (little nigga)
You don't want no drama, little nigga (little nigga)
Bullets flying like comets, little nigga (little nigga, like comets)
Choppas go brrocka brrocka, little nigga
Block guns go bang bang and ping ping
30 shots in this ning ding
Got a 50 and a 40, ay, little shorty
You ain't got more money than my shorties
I gave some money to my shorties
They gon' come and kill your ass for me
Blocka, blocka, scoppa
Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar
I need a Grammy for my grandmama, ay
Flexin' on every woman, everybody, let they know (flex)
I mean, act like they ain't know (haha)
Sosa was gonna blow, makin' big dough
Now I'm with Interscope
Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though (what up)
Chris, fuck with me though (Chris)
Tadoe, that's my cousin though, ay
You know how I'm rockin' though (how I'm rockin')
Pistols get to poppin', hoe (bang)
You tell me you love me, stop it hoe (stop)
Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe (dang)
I'ma shoot you right there in your throat (bang)
Put this dick down your throat (bang)
Send your little dumb-ass home (haha)
You a thot but you thought I was wrong (nah)
Wanna Glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me (Almighty, hear me out)
Who these niggas? I don't know these peewees (nah, what this about?)
Bitch, I'm rocking Herman's peewee (Herman's, get me out)
Gold, my necklace look like pee-pee
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)
Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
They go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)
Squidward Tentacles lyrics - Chief Keef
Nigga smokin' that's wassup
Me and eight guns like Squidward
Nigga smokin', that's wassup
It's me and eight
I got eight arms like Squidward
It's me and eight guns like Squidward
I got eight arms like Squidward
I might shoot you
I got eight guns like Squidward
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Eight guns like Squidward
Eight guns like Squidward
Eight guns like Squidward
Bao-bao, bao-bao
Eight guns like
Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh
Eight guns like
Eight guns like
Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh
Eight guns like
It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao
You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down
Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao
AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds
These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost
This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost
Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye
Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang
What Almighty gon' do next? Aye, aye
Who Almighty gon' shoot next? Aye, aye
Where Almighty gon' move next? Aye, aye
A condo or a mansion?
Forensics come through, cleanin shit up Spongebob
Cause four niggas came through we gon' call them gun cars
I've been gang banging since a young boy
Now I'm richer than a drug lord, aye
Still ride with guns boy
Still put X on my tongue boy
Still doin' what the fuck I want boy
Hit on me right on boy
For these nice shoes I paid a price, aye, aye
Spill somethin' on 'em, I'm a take your life, aye, aye
In the club and I got my pipe
No security I got my guys, aye, aye
It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao
You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down
Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao
AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds
These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost
This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost
Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye
Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang
Kane lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Tadoe:]
Glo Gang
You know how we rocking
You niggas scared to glo up, man
Get the fuck up, man
Get off y'all ass, man
Stop hating, man
You see us shining, man
All diamonds off grinding, man
Fuck the goofies niggas
Fake ass niggas acting like they hitting stains, nigga
Now catch y'all asses, I'm blowing brains, nigga
And that's on my dead homies, nigga
You know how I'm rocking, nigga
I'm Tadoe, nigga
I'm out here everyday, nigga
Menace to society like Caine
Menace to society, I'm whipping kane
Menace to society, I got that kane
Menace to society, I got that kane, got that kane
Got that menace to society
Got that menace to society, got that kane
Got that menace to society, got that kane
Menace to society, got that kane
Got that kane for your brain
Got that candy cane for your main
Heard she sniff coke
I just sold yo bitch coke
I just sold yo bitch dope
Say she like smoking dope
Say she like deep throating big balls
And you know Almighty a big baller
I be flexing in that big toy
I call him my little big boy
And my dick, that's a big boy
She hop up on it like a big toy
You know you ain't with the shits, boy
You know you ain't toting clips, boy
Been had clips, been extendeds boy
Been had fifties, boy
Now we got the Russian chopper
Send yo dumb-ass to a Russian doctor
Send you to a Russian opera
Dumb-ass had no business playing Russian Roulette
Fuck niggas killed Blood, now they dodging bullets
Fuck nigga want war, y'all can get it
Come to Illinois bitch, y'all can split it
Bitch we got beef boy, and chicken
Bitch we got 30 30s and 10 10s
Bitch we got dirty 30s that we giving away
We got Luger birdy birdys that we giving away
We got 223s with the weed and hit your face
Send my youngins to your block
And you know they got them chopper
Let the bitches go grrah, tah
Running down your block, buck
Pussy nigga
You ain't getting no pussy, nigga
You ain't got no thot
You don't drive no car
You ain't got no house
You live with your mom
Go and get you some
Fuck nigga, go and get you one, mill
Bitch I got a movie deal and I feel it
TT lyrics - Chief Keef
Skrrt, skrrt
I'm T'd (Sk-sk-skrrt)
I'm T'd (ay, ay)
I'm turnt up (Duh-luh-duh), ay
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke
Nini with me, and she sitting pretty
And she sing like Whitney, and Britney
And Gaga, like grrah grrah
'Til I die, high like Bob Marley
They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?
You don't want no smoke, bro
I'm tryna tell you what you don't know, bro
I pulled out .40 then bro broke
He took off running for the popo
My niggas gon' get you, .50 shooting like whistles
All I gotta do is whisper, karma gon' get ya
Bullets gon' hit ya, banana split ya
You want attention, it's gon' get ya
I give Tadoe the 4-O, boy
Nina turnt up, let her blow boy
Effing Keisha, I'ma .223 ya
I'm too turnt, bitch I'm too TT, yah
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke
Nini with me, and she sitting pretty
And she sing like Whitney, and Britney
And Gaga, like grrah grrah
'Til I die, high like Bob Marley
They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?
Tats lyrics - Chief Keef
All on my skin
Dope all up in the wind
You ain't won, little bitch nigga I win
You ain't won, bitch nigga I win
I got tats all over my skin
Smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You ain't won, bitch nigga I win
I win, I win
I win, I win
I win, I win, I win
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
Get the money, in stores bitch I walk in
Cash out, I'm cashing
Get it right back, bitch it's like that
All the bitches like that
All the bitches like me 'cause I'm so icy
Smoking dope, that shit all in the wind
All my friends, the ones that's dead
RIP Big Glo them my mans
My right hand
Got a Breitling on my left hand
I'm icy, ain't shit you can tell me
I do this shit for Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
I'm glo'd up
Bitch hang with me, she throw up
She fainted
Nigga test me, get painted
Trust me, I make the arrangements
Chain hanging
And my dick swanging
Jiggling like my keys
Shawty said she like me just because I'm me
Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see, don't you see
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'min the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
Instagram lyrics - Chief Keef
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
C-H-I-E-F-F K double E-F-F S-O-S-S-A, bitch that's my damn Instagram
Pull up on your block, hop out taking pictures, look at him
Nigga got a problem, we gon' shoot it out on Instagram
Niggas acting tough on IG, he gon' need an IV
We gon' pull up in them caravans, 2013 spar team
Spot 'em, got 'em, drop me, he was living cocky
Dissing that Glo Gang and 300, that O'Block boy he not me
He can't diss nobody, that nigga ain't Almighty
Come through your block with them Glocks, chops, car, we gon' shoot shit up, Bin Laden
I fucks with Obama, but I'm a assassin
Wait, let me take a picture for my IG
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
These hoes IG famous, niggas IG gangsters
If I was your bitch, nigga, I'll be anxious
And If I was your nigga, girl, I'll hate me
Cooling on IG, making shit very complicated
Niggas like how he get that watch and damn who made it?
Bitch this cost a Breitling, not a jaker
On Instagram, I got niggas like a hater
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
So Cold lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm so cold
I'm so cold
Cold
I'm so cold, my wrist froze, ay
I'm so cold, wipe my nose
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay
My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay
My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay
But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay
And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay
Cops grab me, I don't know, ay
I go where I want go, ay ay
I was tourin', come though, ay ay
Bitch I'm cold, I got the smoke, ay ay
I got some dough, I want some more, ay ay
I'm off this dope, I want some more, ay ay
She got this dope, she want some more, ay ay
She want some dope, I told her no, ay ay
Now you know it's time to go, ay ay
Grab your coat, hit the road, ay ay
Bitch, don't come back no more, ay
'Cause you couldn't Glo fucking with So, ay
It's me and my hoes and my hoes, ay
It's me and the Glo, them my bros, ay
I'll sleep in the cold with my pole, ay
'Cause I can't trust a soul, ay ay (Bang)
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay
My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay
My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay
But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay
And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay
Wake Up lyrics - Chief Keef
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
When I wake up up in the morning I'm on the dough
Get my check then I'm out the door
You ain't talm 'bout a check then it's time to go
Rambo with these 9's and these foes
Chiraq where you find me at
Big house where my drugs be at
On me where my gun be at
So you better not try me jack
On me where my baby at
On me where your lady at
On me where my K be at
I'm never lonely I'm a spray your ass
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
Say I got cash on my head
She say she want cash and I laughed
Say I got the cash on my act
Try to take my cash your ass grass
They say you got respect with the tec
That's why I got the tec on my "S"
It's like I got a "S" on my chest
'Cause I got a "M" on my whip
Put that bitch on "M" your ass cooked
Taking off on him hoe I look
They heard I got them "M's" I want billions
So I can have some "M's" for my children
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
Can't Catch 'Em lyrics - Chief Keef
Damn, my
Fuck 'em, okay
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em (grah)
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
Catch 'em, (can't, can't)
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
If I stretched her, she ain't special
It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels
Fuck the runners, and their medals
Gold diggers, and their shovels
I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
My car's too special
My house too big
So thots be stretchin
And I live there by myself
Me and a lot of weapons
Money to buy whatever
Surrounded by lots of protection
Nigga say he want it beef, then slide then (phew, phew)
I'm in a car driving fast, no license with the pipe and (phew, phew)
'Member I used to fuck around, had a white hand (phew, phew)
I got my money in this Louie Suitcase but it's trifling (phew)
'Cause I done spilled codeine all over it
And I was rolling weed all over it
2000 Ford with LV's all over it
I really don't fuck with G's if y'all ain't notice it
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
If I stretched her, she ain't special
It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels
Fuck the runners, and their medals
Gold diggers, and their shovels
I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
My car's too special
My house too big
So thots be stretchin
And I live there by myself
Me and a lot of weapons
Money to buy whatever
Surrounded by lots of protection
Foreigns lyrics - Chief Keef
All these foreigns, all these foreigns
My house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
My house, tell me what you see
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
All these foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these f-...
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me
Foreigns, foreigns
When I pull off in my foreign, that bitch sound like a thunderstorm
All this ice it got me cold bitch, like where my undergarments
I'm smoking earth, I think it's foreign, this shit smell like underarms
That bitch ain't wanna give me top, I fired that bitch now that bitch unemployed
I can have anything I want in this world, from Bugatti to a Rolls-Royce
Now I'm finna buy a Maybach, ain't have to say that, but I'm shitting on you lil' boys
All these foreigns I need for rehab, so for foreigns, I got a warrant
And 'cause I got all these foreigns, I got all these thotties going
She say she miss Chinese, but he think his thottie foreign
I'm riding smoking on weed, call me Sosa Marley Foreign
That bitch a hooptie but she think she Ferrari foreign
She only wanna fuck me 'cause my foreign, but boy I'm on St. Lawrence
Mercedes and Beamers, Ferraris, Bugattis
Lambos and Lotuses, Bentleys, Maybachs, please
Used to ride Nissans and steamers but God came and got me
Only thing I got American made is two SRTs
For all these foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
That bitch can't come to my house, meet me at the DoubleTree
And I'll be blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing
If that bitch come to the DoubleTree, tryna set up me
'Cause I need ten foreigns instead of three
I got all these foreign bitches but they scared of me
But ain't nothing to regret with me
Send my niggas on St. Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence out a foreign
It's just them, thirty shots be their company
Going, going, going, going, going, going, going, got a boy
I gave them some foreign guns, and some foreign weed
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me
Foreigns, foreigns
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Intro lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
What up, man? It's your boy 12 Million man
Checking in live from a motherfucking mansion
Nobody 2 drops December 12, 2015
Nobody 1 dropped a 120,000 dollars ago, you know
You know this shit, I only been making beats for 3 years too, shit
I know lot of my friends done this shit they whole life
I had to separate myself from everybody, even the folks in my crib
Want to take it to the next level, y'all ain't just can't get to it
I was just making a piece on my motherfucking 300 dollar computer, you know
Now I'll be in all type of million dollar studio going
I know you all grow up listening to the same shit
Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa and all that shit
I got something better than all them niggas
But shit, you know I ain't no different than y'all shit
I just use my head under my feet
Tony Hawk lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Ay, damn, baby, look at these diamonds
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Anything I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk
Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding, ay
Ay, money be my right hand, ay
I got my Breitling on my left, ay, ay
That money be my wifey, ay
You know I ain't got no spouse, ay
Look at that ho up over there
Look at that thot, watch I get her, ay
She seen my ice then I hit her, ay
What I do? Pass her to my niggas, ay
I'm coolin' in Benihanas but I don't eat lobster
Bitch, I'm eating ten steaks, call me Sosa big pop'
Sosa 2Pac
Ridin' around the west side in Beverly Hills in a new 'rari
She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe
Ay, with my bankroll
Don't get mixed in that mango
Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on, ay
Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding, ay
Phone lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
I'm double in it
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week (Huh)
Got your thottie to my house, she's 'bout to freak
[?]
'Bout to freak, 'bout to freak
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house, she's bout to freak
Fucking with her (Geek, nigga)
Beep, nigga
I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone
Smokin' on Tooka with my click-clack, fuck the chit-chat
Fuck nigga, you better get back 'fore your ass get whacked
Niggas all about that chit-chat over that Internet, ay
I ain't with that damn chit-chat on that Internet, ay
Blammin' at these fuck niggas like "Bow, bow, bang", ay
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain, ay
Ay, and I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings, ay
Ay, finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings, ay
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Beamer, ay
Ay, hoes say I talk like I'm from Alabama
Nah, bitch, this ain't country grammar, ay, ay, ay
Jackson just like Samuel, ay
Did you read the motherfucking manual, ay, ay
Lemme check my schedule, ay, ay
Choppa go "du-du-du", let it go
I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone
Sex With Me lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
Riding 'round Miami on cars
What I'm in? That fucking red 'rari
Then I take a trip to Lil Haiti
Hop out, the zoes on my safety
I was riding in a coupe
Me and Bally too
Then Ballout done brought a tool
Then we hit that other mall with a scope
Danced in it too
And I'm taking tours
I won't show up to your show
Unless you talking 'bout some rolls
I want fifty Gs
You ain't got fifty Gs, please
Don't talk to me
Bitch, don't offer me
Got thirty fucking Gs
Bitch, I got thirty in my jeans
I spent thirty on some weed
Ship it up to the city
Windy city
Got my thirty up on me
And the birdies up on me
You heard it's on me
They know that it's on me
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
I told 12 Million, Glo up
Don't get slow bucks, get Glo bucks
You be on the Glo tour bus
And we got about fifty shots
And we got about fifty thots
Think we just seen 'bout fifty opps
Time to let off fifty shots
Can you get 9 shots like 50?
Bitch, I turn a penny into 50
Gs, ay
Got young jeans in my jeans
Got that heat in my jeans
Got your bitch in my jeans
She tryna suck me
She tryna love me
I ain't got time for lovey
All I got time for is money
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
Coolin lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Coolin' with my youngins
Coolin' with my youngins
Still
Coolin' with my youngins
I'm still coolin' with my
Still coolin' with my
Almighty, coolin' with my
Coolin' with my
Coolin' with my
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I'm boolin' with my youngins (Bang)
Bitch, coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
Smoking TuTu with my youngins (Bang)
I still pull up in that Audi (Skrrt)
You still pull up in that Honda (Skrrt)
I'm still smoking marijuana (Dope)
When the judge told me not to (Fuck)
Got a 100 thou in my pocket (Ftftftft, beep)
50 in one and 50 in the other (Racks)
They say that he gon' rob me (Nah)
But Almighty know he wasn't (Where he at?)
'Cause you know about us (Glo)
We gon' cause a massacre (Bang, bang)
Got Glocks, FNs, and choppers (Bang)
We gon' come through, damage ya (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
All I hang with is killers (Bang)
We don't snitch (Nah)
We just come through killing niggas (Bang, bang)
We don't bitch (Nah)
Smoking on this '93 fuel, bitch (Dope)
Me and my youngins fuck you and your crew, bitch (Glo)
Pistols aimed at you, bitch (Bang, bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Born To Flex lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Bang
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
This bitch got me fucked up, fuck, ay
Come through, shootin' shit right up, buck
Pussy boy see us, duck
Niggas know what to us, nuthin'
Hop in the whip, I press buttons
She ain't tryna top me, press the eject button, ay
I hope that she ain't left nothing
'Cause I'm takin' off in this car, paid a jet buddy, ay
Flexing hard and throwin' sets, buddy, ay
You flex, we shoot your chest buddy, ay
AK with a knife, this bitch comin'
Ain't got time for hoes but I fucked a ship of hoes at 6 something
I want extra something, I flex over the night
Come through scaring shit bitch, poltergeist
He sneak dissin' the Glo, he must not want his life
We send shots for free, holidays and overnights
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
Andale lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Little bitch, I got Ps for the low
Little bitch, I got keys to the door
I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck
The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up
Bitch, I got verses for the high
You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye
My bitch bi, I'm straight
Then I get that cake, andale
Pull up on your bitch, like skudda skuh
Told the bitch, is you gon' hop in or what?
I know you wanna smoke this bud
I know you wanna roll with a thug
Fuck nigga wanna mean mug
Shoot his ass and his foot, then his mug
So the fuck nigga can't walk or can't talk
And I only smoke lime green, not the motherfucking rainbow
And my bankroll can't fold
Almighty Sosa, I'm saint, ho
But in God I trust, and frauds I don't fuck with, ay
But my bankroll got them rainbows, bitch
Little bitch, I got Ps for the low
Little bitch, I got keys to the door
I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck
The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up
Bitch, I got verses for the high
You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye
My bitch bi, I'm straight
Then I get that cake, andale
Been trapping out grandma house
Had junkies knocking all at grandma house
Told they ass pipe down
You gon' get me in trouble, I'm only 16 now
Now I'm grown as fuck
And I got my own house
'Bout to bring a D, sold that shit out my own house
Bought a couple keys, sold that shit out my own house
Should see how I'm living now
Riding in a 'rari, riding real fast
Hop in that motherfucker, skudda skuh, doing that dash
Nah, baby, I ain't gon' crash
All I fucking do is ride Nascar
Niggas wanna take that that far
Shooting them guns like Rambo
Loaded up with that ammo
With a suitcase full of that marijuana
Little bitch, I got Ps for the low
Little bitch, I got keys to the door
I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck
The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up
Bitch, I got verses for the high
You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye
My bitch bi, I'm straight
Then I get that cake, andale
Nobody Skit lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million (feat. Kanye West)
[12Hunna:]
Ain't nobody ever rest their hand out to me in this industry, y'all
You know how they finesse everything
'Cause of that shit, I felt like I need to separate myself from everybody
Don't let nobody come around me
Don't let nobody learn from me
I can't even a make beat around nobody these days
You know how thirsty nigga is
Came up in this shit with nobody
So, shit, I don't need nobody now
Anywhere lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Pull that shit
They got all the fuckin' shit
Make it harder for that shit
Make it harder for that
Make it harder for that shit
Make it harder for that
Make it... I go anywhere, ay
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt, skrrt, sk-skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, ay, ay, ay
I go anywhere for some fees (For some fees)
I go anywhere smoking trees (Smoking trees)
I go anywhere with my Gs (With my Gs)
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (G-L-O-G-A-N-G)
I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)
I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet)
I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat)
I go everywhere with my piece (With my pieces)
Look at my pieces (Look at my pieces)
The diamonds turn to pieces (Diamonds turn to pieces)
It's all up in my necklace (All up in my necklace)
I feel like I'm neckless (I think that I'm neckless)
Bitch, I'm a genius (A genius)
I gotta thank Jesus (Jesus)
Jesus (Jesus)
When you getting money, they hate you (They hate you, hate)
I don't give a fuck (Give a motherfuck)
I still keep my pistol tucked (motherfucking pistol tucked)
I still let my pistol blow (My pistol blow)
And I still hop in my truck (In my truck, hmm)
I go anywhere for some fees
I go anywhere smoking trees
I go anywhere with my Gs (With my Gs, with my...)
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G)
I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)
I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet)
I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat)
I go everywhere with my piece (With my piece)
I'm off this dope, I be fiending (Be fiending)
Go to sleep, I be dreaming (dreaming)
Of a hundred fucking bills (Bills)
Hundred fucking mills (Them M's)
I don't fuck with niggas (Naw)
But I be fucking these bitches (Thots)
I be riding in Bentleys (Sk-sk-skrrt)
That ain't shit to me (Yeah)
I be fucking all the women (The women)
Now that I get Benjis (Benjis)
When I was broke (I was broke)
I swear I think that I was a joke (Swear that I think I was a joke)
I go anywhere for some fees (Some fees)
I go anywhere smoking trees (Smoking trees)
I go anywhere with my Gs (Bang bang)
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (Gang gang)
I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)
I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet right now)
I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat right now)
I go everywhere with my piece (With my pieces)
WDFHDF lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay
Nigga dream money, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
I'm the mechanic, one-eyed bandit
Fix this shit with all-white linen
I done got my diamonds dirty now I got to go and clean them
Pulled up, bitch, what's happening
Bitch, she's down to hop in traffic
Walk up in the stores, I'm cashin'
Then I'm walking the fuck up out it
Niggas faggots, bitches maggots
Riding fast, thought it was tragic
Love Ben Franklins, thought it was magic
Uncle Sammy, bitch, I'm taxin'
Bling bling, racks in my jeans
Bling bling, look at my ring
Bling bling, look at my chain
Ring ring with my ring
Smoke K.I., smoke Tooka, K.I. was a shooter
And I'm Almighty but I got on fuckin' Buddhas
300 for these this Trueys
500 for the new ones
I riding with my boo thang
Finna pick up my new thang
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay
Nigga dream money, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
Had to paint my car red, fire red
Pull a hoe like, "Aw shit"
Talk shit, niggas like to talk shit
'Cause they walkin', aw shit
Pull up on them bitches like, "Aw shit"
This dope got me coughin'
Thought I was going up in a coffin
Aw shit, what them niggas say when we pull up sparkin'?
We ain't parkin'
Got a bad ass bitch riding for me
What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay
In between us and what we've done
How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay
Nigga dream money, get you big money
How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff
Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back
What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk
Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic
Shooters lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Ay
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Duh duh duh, skudda skuh
Skrrt (ay), skrrt (ay), skudda skuh
Duh duh duh, bang, bang, bang
Ay, ay, ay
Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way (Bang, bang)
If you looking for me, I'm in MIA (MIA)
Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A. (Zoes up in M.I.A.)
And we toting poles up in M.I.A. (Poles up in M.I.A.)
Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A. (Hang in L.A.)
I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay (Hang in the A)
I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay (Them my trullas)
They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis (Extendos on Uzis)
And them my shooters, ay (Shooters)
Them my motherfucking shooters, ay (Bang, bang)
Bitch, I have my shooters do a hit off a scooter, ay (Duh duh duh, skudda skuh)
Breaking bullets like motherfucking rulers (Bang, bang)
Choppa bad-ass like motherfucking Boosie (Bang, bang)
I got a AK, same height Kay Kay, ay (Duh duh duh)
I let it spray spray like duh duh duh, bang bang, ay (Duh duh duh)
Get out my way way, skudda skuh, hang me, ay (Skudda skuh)
Roll up on you, let my shooters go cray cray, ay (Skrrt, duh duh duh)
I'm 'bout my dough, off my dope and I keep my pole (Ftftft, beep)
Better know when I see a opp I heat down throat (Bang, duh duh duh)
Got some shooters in VA, got some shooters in thy Glo (Bang)
But I know for me they gon' be shooting up a storm, ay (Bang, bang, bang)
Keep my tool with me like just like my wand, ay (Duh duh duh)
It's gon' do for me just like my women, ay (Gang)
All this ice on me, bitch, look at my arm, ay (Gang)
Nigga don't like me but his bitch nut to my porn, ay (Bang)
Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way (Bang, bang)
If you looking for me, I'm in MIA (MIA)
Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A. (Zoes up in M.I.A.)
And we toting poles up in M.I.A. (Poles up in M.I.A.)
Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A. (Hang in L.A.)
I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay (Hang in the A)
I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay (Them my trullas)
They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis (Extendos on Uzis)
And them my shooters, ay (Shooters)
Hit The Bank lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Her ass fat like Kim Stacks
DJ, run that shit back
New jewels, I cop that
New pistol, cock that
New watch, I cop that
And that top, I drop that
Pull up, where that guap at?
I took the game and locked that
Spending cash
Man, that shit is pity patter, I get it back
Niggas petty, eighteen shots, nigga out this 50 that
Got a hundred shots for niggas think they got nine lives, kitty cats
With my Chicago Bears, let us catch a opp he getting sacked
I ride X6 M, no Range Rover
This GTA, bitch, not no Saint Rows
Pull up to the crib and I change clothes
Just to go and hit the bank, ho
They Know Skit lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
A lot of niggas you know talk and woofing
Talking 'bout I'm saying stealing beats and shit
Niggas just mad 'cause I upped the jock on them and capping
And then you know
Calling Aiki all type of shit running all type of shit
And like damn how they do that folk how
Who do that man who call Aiki if you talking 'bout you steady playing with guns and shit
They know how I'm really coming they know I been
Glo gang they know I been a wild out boy
Since day one, 10 year niggas and shit
All that I rock with, if you ain't a 10 year nigga you need to to separate yourself from Around me
They know I'm with the shits for real you know not no twitter or Instagram shit
I'm fighting two cases right now 2 different states both federal both bond over a hundred thousand and I'm bonding out 20 hours later they know what's up
In The Stu lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
(Why you just ditching?)
I'm, I'm due the studio, let me work goofy, bye man, damn
Bitch, you acting like you slow
(Wha- What? What are you doing?)
I don't know
(Why is it dark?)
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe
Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles
I need a bitch that gone come through, give me dumb throat
I kicked her out, she thought she wasn't a thot, but she's a dumb hoe
My niggas get them guns, we comin' through shootin' like Rambo
I come through with this K and he wrestlin' like Rhino
Pull up in that red Bimmer, they lookin' like I'm Damu
What I see? Bunch of hatin' niggas and a bunch fine hoes
I pull up on up on 'em, skrrt skrrt skrrt, like, "Get in my car, hoe"
She gon' Google what I do, always grindin' Tony Hawk, hoe
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe
Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles
They like, "Who the fuck Sosa think he is, he think he Ginobli"
I got five kids and five rings like Kobe
I was ridin' smokin' dope, then woo-woo the police
I'm eatin' good, 'member when I was so bony
When you gettin' money, niggas swear that you act so phony
I ain't goin' nowhere, baby girl, so please don't sleep on me
I got my forty, I got my homies
Them be my brodies, I mean my GLOdies
And they some gloyalty
Niggas ain't loyal, niggas no loyalty
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe
Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles
Louie Bag Chief Keef & 12Million
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag (bang, bang)
I can't trust a chick, they fuck you for a Gucci bag (thotty!)
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag (cash)
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash (that Louis cash)
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag (pistol out that Louie bag)
And get blood on my Louis bag (get blood on my Louis bag)
I'm shooting slugs out the Louis bag (slugs out that Louis bag)
Bitch, I ain't no postman, I'm the movie man (I'm the movie man)
Got clips like the movie man (clips like the movie man)
Come through niggas moving man (niggas moving man)
We ain't foenem, we shooting man (we shooting man)
At your top (At your top, ay)
Shooting up out the tee top (shooting up out the tee top, ay)
Coming through your block, gratata (gratata)
With the choppa, Waka Flocka (Waka Flocka)
You was gambling with your life, find me back (find me back)
If that nigga owe me he gon' pay me back (he gon' pay me back, ay)
Pull up in the foreign (foreign)
All the bad bitches going (all the bad bitches going)
Where we going, bitch we touring (where we going, bitch we touring)
Pro'ly won't be back 'til the morning, I'm just playin', or next year (Next year)
Gotta get some gifts (gotta get some gifts)
Gotta get 160 mil (160 mil)
I got lots of cash in this Louis bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag (Gucci bag, nigga)
I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag (Fuck you for a Gucci bag, nigga)
Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag (Spent it on that Louis bag, nigga)
Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash ('Cause I get that Louis cash, nigga)
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag (out this Louis bag, nigga)
And get blood on my Louis bag (blood on my Louis bag)
I'm shooting slugs out the Louis bag (slugs out the Louis bag)
Mirror lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air (Air)
I am so unfair (Fair)
I think you need a chair (Chair)
Waiting on me to fail (Fail)
You say you seen some money (Money)
Nigga, tell me where (Where)
Is it over there? (There)
Or is it in here? (Here)
I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Pier)
My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (Stare)
But I don't really care (Care)
Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)
I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)
I get money, bitch, I'm serious (Serious)
Riding fast, my car so fierce (Fierce)
My car, bet my cops so furious (Furious)
My car bad like a little kid (Kid)
I beat my bitches like my kids (Kids)
I treat these niggas like my kids (Like my kids)
Your inquires serious and I'm so serious (So serious)
Know I'm riding and I'm so feared
And I'm so weird
'Member posted on the block (Block)
Selling D to every motherfucking club (Club) that I see (I see)
I be pulling up in the 'rari ('rari), felon-ney-ney
Walking up in the clubs (Clubs), they're with me-me
Walking up in them stores (Store) buying everything I see (I see)
In the jewelry store, get my diamonds tested (Tested), everything icy (Icy)
Then I take a look up at ya, everything sheisty (Sheisty)
The Balenciagas super big, man, everything Nike (Nike)
I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air (Air)
I am so unfair
I think you need a chair (Chair)
Waiting on me to fail (Waiting on me to fail)
You say you seen some money (Money)
Nigga, tell me where (Nigga, tell me where)
Is it over there? (There)
Or is it in here? (Or is it in here?)
I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Used to Navy Pier)
My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (Bitches stare)
But I don't really care (Care)
Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)
I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)
Take a look up in the mirror, I see me (I see me)
I don't wanna be nobody, I be me (Bitch, I be me)
Who your bitch going to see, nigga? Pro'ly me (Pro'ly me)
And she Spanish so you know she papi me (Papi me)
Can't come to the mansion, told her lobby me (Told her lobby me)
Then we walk up in there told her Harley me (Told her Harley me)
And then when we finish you know I be clean (You know I be clean)
Out the door, in my car, riding mean (Riding mean)
She was on top of me and topping me (And topping me)
I was counting money in the money machine (In the money machine)
Don't give a fuck if you a train, ain't no stopping me (Ain't no stopping me)
And I ain't gon' be on time, so ain't no clocking me (Ain't no clocking me)
"Sosa is you rollin'?" Bitch, I might be (Bitch, I might be)
Nah, baby, I just do it just like Nike (Just like Nike)
And baby, that money flowing let me wifey (Let me wifey)
All you can do is suck and Skype me (Skype me)
I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air
I am so unfair (Fair)
I think you need a chair (A chair)
Waiting on me to fail (Waiting on me to fail)
You say you seen some money (Money)
Nigga, tell me where (Nigga, tell me where)
Is it over there? (There)
Or is it in here? (Or is it in here?)
I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Used to Navy Pier)
My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (At the light, bitches stares)
But I don't really care (Care)
Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)
I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)
Take Me Down lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million (feat. Chaboki)
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound
I make Ross makes all these rounds
When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down
Me and my brothers will always ride around town
Looking for the next ho we finna take down
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I hope these drugs don't take me now
Lay back while I fuck up these racks
Maybach, they ain't flexing like that
Pay up if you owe me with that
Me, broke? Oh no, never that
Drugs what I take, man, they heal all the pain
Drugs what I sell, man, to give me some pay
Yeah, I'm been drinkin', no apple, no map'
I be so high, I don't care what they say
Getting this chicken, watch me go to ape
You should be hustling but you out instead
You looking for me, well I am way up ahead
I'll be so high, man, I'm so close to dead
Ray-bans on my face, my eyes be so red
Smoke on the water trying to clear my head
Pour me a cup of that purple and red
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound
I make Ross makes all these rounds
When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down
Me and my brothers will always ride around town
Looking for the next ho we finna take down
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I hope these drugs don't take me now
High off a blunt and I ain't smoked in months
I take off on them all, leave 'em in the dust
There is no man that I feel I can trust
Get me my glizzy, I'll pop, let it bust
I be turned up, man, I don't give a fuck
I be in yo hood poppin' out the cuts
Getting this cash is a must
Hope I don't die of these drugs
I just love drugs, man, I can't get enough
Pour me more up, man, I love me this stuff
She been turned on and she fuck me for drugs
I got it, she want it, I give it to her
Take it, she want it, good riddance to her
She high or she low, ain't no middle to her
Amount that she takin' get bigger to her
Ain't no care that she hurt
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound
I make Ross makes all these rounds
When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down
Me and my brothers will always ride around town
Looking for the next ho we finna take down
I hope these drugs don't take me down
I hope these drugs don't take me now
That Be Me lyrics - Chief Keef
We smoked some dope, I fucked your hoe
You wifed that bitch, either way she gon' go
You like that bitch in the way she like me
She only like me 'cause I'm fuckin' icy
Ten chains on, I feel like Mr. T
Six rings on, I feel like 23
My gang on my back can't you see
Fifty for a show, baby, that be me
That be me, ay
That be me, that can't see
'Cause I'm off this tooka pack, all this Tooka thrax
Like Tadoe, I'm just too damn smacked
Bussin' everywhere
I'm pointing my nine up everywhere
I got my guys up in here, ay ay
And they blammin' everywhere, ay ay
Rest in peace Ben Franklin
I swear I need Ben Franklin, ay
I need to keep Ben Franklins
I needa be Ben Franklins
And that's a bill, ay
For the B, you get killed with the steel to your tip-top
Got a jar of piss, got a pint of lean, got the plug with Ziplocs
That's all I need
And we gon' be at it until we scream
Bang
We smoked some dope, I fucked your hoe
You wifed that bitch, either way she gon' go
You like that bitch in the way she like me
She only like me 'cause I'm fuckin' icy
Ten chains on, I feel like Mr. T
Six rings on, I feel like 23
My gang on my back can't you see
Fifty for a show, baby, that be me
That be me, ay
Born To Flex lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Bang
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
This bitch got me fucked up, fuck, ay
Come through, shootin' shit right up, buck
Pussy boy see us, duck
Niggas know what to us, nuthin'
Hop in the whip, I press buttons
She ain't tryna top me, press the eject button, ay
I hope that she ain't left nothing
'Cause I'm takin' off in this car, paid a jet buddy, ay
Flexing hard and throwin' sets, buddy, ay
You flex, we shoot your chest buddy, ay
AK with a knife, this bitch comin'
Ain't got time for hoes but I fucked a ship of hoes at 6 something
I want extra something, I flex over the night
Come through scaring shit bitch, poltergeist
He sneak dissin' the Glo, he must not want his life
We send shots for free, holidays and overnights
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
Bitch Stop Calling lyrics - Chief Keef
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I keep changing my number tryna get her off of me
She want talk to me but Sosa hate talkin'
She say just want to get to know me but Chief Sosa ain't talkin'
Because Sosa antisocial
She steady sendin' my quotes
She steady texting my phone
I don't reply, I leave it open
Smokin' on this dope, I swear it got me floatin'
She finna blow my high, she like, "Damn. I love you Sosa"
And she might be a fan, so I think again
But then again she wanna fuck me and my mans
And she might be a fan, so I think again
But then again she wanna fuck me and my mans
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
Walnuts lyrics - Chief Keef
[Tadoe:]
Know how we rocking, man, we going nuts, man
Going nuts, man, fucking sluts, man
Fucking up these bucks, man, copping mansions, man
Flexing on these overgrown goofy ass niggas, going walnuts
[Chief Keef:]
Going walnuts, ay
I'm going walnuts, ay
Bitch, I'm going walnuts
Bitch, I'm going walnuts
I can't eat no walnuts
But guess what? Bitch, I'm going walnuts
I'm going so nuts, I'm going walnuts, ay
Going planters, going walnuts
Going cashews, going walnuts, ay
She want credit, I am not a cashier
Free promotion, I don't know, that's weird
She want me to fuck her, that's my thot from last year
Ay, I can't do that shit, that's backwards
We going forward with this shit
I'm buying toys with this shit
I'm buying guns with this shit, ay
I'm getting funds off this shit, ay
She gotta suck on my dick, ay
Just to step in my crib, ay, ay
Bitch, my crib is two mill, ay
Or three mill, I really don't know what it is, ay, ay
But I'm fucking rolling hard
I'm still up, 7 o'clock AM
I'm thinking about mayhem, spray him
Sosa only pull up if they pay him
Smoking trees, getting top like lollipop
I still want some fucking more zombie top
But I already fucked, ay
I got a new mansion, she was at my other one, ay
I think she like my shower, ay, ay
She went in 'bout a hour, ay, ay
We fucked for 'bout some hours, ay
She was counting her singles up on my money counter, ay
You smoke sativa, I smoke downers, ay
Too much damn THC, I'ma lunger, ay
I'ma get that chopper, I'ma lumber
And niggas won't be talking no damn longer, ay
I fucked DMX baby mama, ay
Ladera, Shakira, or whatever that bitch name is
She threw it back for me
I hit her, I sent that bitch a plane ticket
I'm smoking Mary Jane, nigga
Bling all in my chain, nigga
Where that chain come from? Johnny Dang, nigga
Gang, nigga
Gun bang like my chop Wayne, nigga
They like, "Sosa, you think you Wayne, nigga?"
Hell nah, that's my nigga though, gang, nigga
Bang, nigga
Un Un lyrics - Chief Keef
Girl you think you flexin', but you not (Nah, nah)
I pull up in Bentleys, he do not (Skrt, skrt)
Spend 20 thousand Ben Franklins, I need a new knot (Fff beep)
You think we go together, we do not
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un
Un un
Un un
Un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un
Un un
Un un, I'ma up this motherfucker like un un
I'ma empty this motherfucker like dump dump
Fuck with Almighty Sosa, you dumb dumb, un un, un un
Sosa, you like red lean? Un un
Sosa, you like smokin' blue dream? Un un
How much you want for a verse? 10 Gs? Un un
Un un, un un
That ain't no real Hermes, that's a un un
Girl your bottom ain't red, that's some un uns
From the south side Chicago, girl you ain't from London
Girl you think you flexin', but you not (Nah, nah)
I pull up in Bentleys, he do not (Skrt, skrt)
Spend 20 thousand Ben Franklins, I need a new knot (Fff beep)
You think we go together, we do not
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un
Un un
Un un
Un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un
Un un
That's It lyrics - Chief Keef
When I fucked that bitch, should've called her cutie
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, up that dick... yeah, that bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck that bitch should've called her cutie
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, I... phew
I don't remember her name but when I fucked that bitch should've called her cutie, yeah that's it
With you she got on all type of shit, with me she got on a two piece, and that's it
She like Sosa what kind of car you finna get? The one that's fast with two seats, yeah that's it
She like Sosa what kind of house you finna get? The one that's got ten Jacuzzis, yeah that's it
I got 30 shots in this Glock but I'ma give you a two piece, and that's it
She know I got plenty thots but she say she don't want to lose me, and that's it
I gave the bitch two or three pumps and that's it
She high off two or three blunts and that's it
My guap, she can't get none of that shit
Take twenty out the bank and I'm spending that shit
I'm allergic to three things, and that's it
Fake niggas, peanut butter and lobster, that's it
I only bought a PT, and that's it
Bought a Sprite and a 4, hand-dropped in that bitch
I live it, that's why I be talking that shit
Walk in the mall and be copping that shit
Remember when my grandma used to say "that's it"
Now I ain't gotta hear none of that shit
Bitch said she only want a thousand, that's it
What you smoking on? I need a blunt of that shit
Bitch gon' get put out and that's it
'Cause a door to the face gotta come with that shit
I fucked about two or three thots today, and that's it
I fucked one without a condom I'ma pay, for that shit
I had a threesome with a million different hoes, that's it
The ones hoes admire niggas want, that's it
I got 3-0 in this 4-0, that's it
Let a hundred niggas try me and I'm dumping that shit
Fuck boy hope you ain't thought that's it
Got niggas at the go toting rocket launchers and shit
50 shots and automatics hawks and shit
Try me it's gon' be problems that's it
Lady Gaga lyrics - Chief Keef
Bang, bang
Lady Gaga, bitch
Gaga
I got that Lady Gaga, bitch
Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm smoking Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm off this Lady Gaga, bitch
Is you gon' suck it like a baba, bitch?
If you not then bye bye, bitch
I'm the rap Mufasa, bitch
Sending shots for Gaga, bitch
Gaga, bitch
You think you Gaga, bitch?
Let me tell you something you not not, bitch
If you is then I'm the Fresh Prince Of Bel Air, bitch
I'm going Gaga
In a foreign with a foreign hot thot
That bitch gave me top top, top
While I drive this Nascar
Shout out to Kay Kay
Kay Kay, all she know is dah dah, all she know is dah dah
Shouts out to your bitch, shouts to your thot
All she know is papa, all she know is papa
'Cause I be going Gaga, 'cause I be going crazy
I drive a lot of hot cars, I drive a lot of hot cars
I got a fucking big house, I got a fucking big
And I'ma grown man by far, and I'ma grown man by far
I got that Lady Gaga, bitch
Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm smoking Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm off this Lady Gaga, bitch
Is you gon' suck it like a baba, bitch?
If you not then bye bye, bitch
I'm the rap Mufasa, bitch
Sending shots for Gaga, bitch
Thots Gone Krazy lyrics - Chief Keef
I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, these thots gone crazy
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots
I got thots
Pull up on your block with my bad thot
Pull up on my bitch block with my ex thot
Pull up on them niggas block with my blaster
Should've never thought her how to play Black Ops
I gotta slow down my fast thot
That bitch be going fast, she like red vines
I got a thot that say she ain't got no niggas
Brazilian thots, Spanish thots
Girl you know, I don't like organic thots
I got mean thots, and friendly thots
And don't-wanna-let-me-hit-it thots
'Cause if I do, I'll have a thot gone krazy, thot gone krazy
These thots gone krazy, they like "Aye Sosa baby"
Where you going, let me get a hug, I bought your CD
You wasn't shit, now you pulling up in a Mercedes
Man, shout out whoever made me
I got thotties going daily
These thots gone crazy
Say that if they could, they would join the Glo Gang Navy
I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, these thots gone crazy
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots
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