Please lyrics - Chief Keef

S-O-R-R-Y, the number 4, or F-O-R, W-E-I-G-H-T bitch

[Hook:]
Double cup me please
Your bitch hit me like "fuck me please"
She say she love me, she like "love me please"
My response was "suck me please"
Please, please, give me a lighter please
I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please
Please, please, run up on me
I got 50 in the thing, won't hesitate to let it speak

[Verse 1:]
Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech
Gang on my fuckin' back, runnin' hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got no limit like I'm Master P
When you callin' my phone speakin' crazy cops tappin' me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smokin' on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me
You say you gon' be at the top, ha, long after me
I'm Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin' keef

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[Verse 2:]
This be that Sorry 4 The Weight
This be that sorry for my cake, He came threw sprayin'
This be that sorry for the day
Like I'm late, sorry for the delay
I'm smokin' tooka all to the face
You smokin' fooka, that shit so fake
You drinkin' fooka, that shit so fake
Drinkin' Quali, that be bad for your brain
Sneak dissin', that be bad for your health
Gettin' money, yeah thats rad for your health
I come through super ridin' cool with the whip
And I ain't bool wit y'all, I'm bool wit myself

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What Up lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
What Up, What up
Talking money what up, Talking drama what up
What up, Get wet up, Roll down the window what up?
What Up Ion fuck with bitches they set ups
What up, coming in like What up
He pull out pour that Mud up, we ain't sippin, shut up
Bitch shut up Like What up, He pull up like wassup?
Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around
Get bucked up

[Verse 1:]
State of emergency for currency, these bitches want me urgently
They heard of me, Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk
At me, I'm getting money wasn't used to perfect things
What up? You pitch your money it's worth a swing
I'm in the cl-ub, flicking money it ain't worth a thing
Got my snub try to the take my money I up the thing
Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, watchu mean?
What up? If ya getting money fuck with me
If he hating then, he probably look up to me
I love munna, blue Benjamin's they stuck with me
End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Fuck around fuck around get bucked up
Fuck nigga outa luck up Pull up nigga
Wassup nigga seven up ya (Aye) fuck up nigga?
Bang Bang Buck Buck nigga, come through shooting out Truck trucks nigga
And cuts, cuts nigga
We don't give a muthafuckin fuck fuck nigga
Wassup nigga? You fuck with the Opp-opps nigga?
You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas
On they block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots
At all yall niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this
Nonsense call yall niggas, Waddup?
Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga
Like wassup? Imma Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga
Ion know wassup it's always opps gonna slump you nigga
In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga

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5 AM lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it
I be smoking dope, bitch I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad bitches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap trap trappin' while these niggas snorin'
Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning

[Verse 1:]
I pull up like where my money why you laughing? Ain't shit funny
Up this gun now you a bunny, boy you running, little Johnny
I pull up blingin, chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny
Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin'
I pull up on you got that work
You want a verse, Get it first
Keep that chicken afford some beef
Might as well gone ahead get a hearse
Niggas smoking on dope, cause we smokin on purp
Boy you smokin' on burnt, boy you smoking on hurt
Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth
Hop out makin' these bitches go to work
Pull up like skrrt, gon in the dirt
"Sosa where you going?" Bitch, goin get some work
I got verse for the high, and shows for the high
Ring-ring who gone get it first?
Pull up on your ass, get that cash
Then I pulled off with a smirk
Muhfuckers ain't believe me when I said shit was gone get worse

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
On tracks I be flooring, weed I be blowing
Hoes I be fucking, kick 'em in the morning
Cause bitches be so corny, they is full of corn
My nina be so horny, she is full of porn
No sleep please no snoring
I blink the floor
Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more
Can't give a bitch my time, I can't afford
Cause I can't tell the time in my fucking Breitling
I'm from the block, I still wear white 1s
Got so many styles, niggas bite one
Let a freak me look like
Got a watch out for the iguana

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Send It Up lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas
I'ma tell you one time, not again ya
This shit I'm in ya, no pretend ya
I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up
Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya
I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya
Send this bitch up, send this bitch up
We ain't playin' mothafucka
We send this shit up

[Verse 1:]
There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy
I'm a Glo boy, used to be a O boy
I was on the front boy, slangin' coke boy
The feds knocked on my grandma's door boy
Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down
Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds
Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds
See you flexin' on IG but do you got it now
My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow
Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow
What I'm smoking loud, what you smoking mild
In the club and I got my pipe on me now

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Send this bitch up, bitch I'm from the 'Go
I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow
I smoke lots of dope, walkin' a tightrope
It's cold outside, I got my pole I know
Pulled up to a wokcano, to get some curry doe
I'm a curry eatin' mothafucka, hurry ho
Walked into the bank, right before he close
And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home
'Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home
Now I'm grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes
I still got my 30 holmes, think you sweet you'll be buried holmes

[Hook]

Hiding lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What do you want? [x8]

[Hook:]
I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

[Verse 1:]
I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
They want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion

[Hook]

He Don't Know lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the .40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Cause this shit goin' very nuts
Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know

[Verse 1:]
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch its money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
He don't know
Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like
She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along
Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know
Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me
Shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only
Shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only

[Hook]

On My Momma lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I came, I saw, I conquered
Been jumped up off the porch on my momma
I ain't worried about these little bitty suckers
Cuz I'm a money getting muthafucka
Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah
I blow on my own, no, I don't need nobody, woo
When I pull up Glo, no, I don't see nobody fuck with trappin',
Trappin', trappin', I swear, I won't be nobody

[Verse 1:]
This nigga bitch just hit me up, she ask me what I'm doing
I say "getting to the bucks"
She told me that she wanna come through and fuck
I say "no, bitch, suck my nuts, you nuts"
What you want, what you want
You ain't talkin' money
Then you getting on me nerves, swerve, what a bird
You ain't a dog call you lil courage
Dumb muhfucker, cowardly dog
I come my cowboys shooting on purpose
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to god I don't need no Fergie
She say she wanna be Chief Keef wife I'm like swerve
Bitch lemme tell you what I heard
Heard that you was a motherfucking thot
You be block-to-block
Curb-to-curb
The bitch heard I got gwap
Now she wanna let me fuck, I heard I heard
Always gotta know popo my dear, tryna kick down the door
I knerr I knerr

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I be getting gwap
If I was working I would fuck all my damn colleagues
Start by the nature to get my pistols
I swear they so naughty naughty
Rollin' Rollin' routin routin
You know you ain't about it Charlie
Gettin' money, spending money
You know you ain't about it dummy
I'ma come thru with the coolin' kits, ooh it's real cool
You was on that opp shit, then ooh it's kill you
I be on that loud shit, don't give a fuck who tell you
And I'm smoking on that loud shit
Don't give a fuck who smell cool
Your clique full of squares like a picture and a border
I can get some bricks and I can send em thru the border
I just got your bitch I was having fun but I got bored of her
Meet me at the border I'm at Chiraq, Drillinois

[Hook]

Don't Want None lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye gang bang
Gang bang gang

[Hook:]
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none

[Verse 1:]
I'm off the dope right now I'm fucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then he lucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then I buck buck
Macaroni time like a Kraft box
Bitch told me that she wanna let me fuck her
Told her if she let me fuck then I won't have her stuck stuck
But she gotta have some hair just like Repunzel
If she ain't got none then I don't want her
Pull up on you with my truck beatin' like a tumtum
I pull up on you smoking loud, he sound like a dumb dumb
The shit I smoke have you stuck, I swear you don't want none
I got a hollow .45, I know you don't want one

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
If you smoking reggie, I don't want none
If you drinking Quali, I don't want none
I shot from the shotty, yeah you don't want one
My gun and yo gun can have a one-on-one
She think I love her, she must think she is some money
All designer when I first got with the money
You say you don't want none then I say you trippin' homie
Then you say you want some, I'ma send you a gift bag homie
That bitch right there on the corner waitin' on Chief Keef to speak
Waitin' on that shit, you gone be waitin' a whole year and a week
Tryna marry me, bitch'll be better waitin' on til you 53
Niggas tryna bury me, they'll be better off waitin' till they 63

[Hook]

Yours lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Benji Glo)

[Hook:]
What you talking for, keep your mouth closed
Keep your mouth closed, if you ain't talking 'bout dough
You ain't get dough, you ain't got dough
You live with ya mama, in her household
I'm ballin out though, and I got dough
And I got hoes, and I got clothes
Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels
And I got mines, and I got yours

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I was riding in that thingy, his bitch like freaky
Me i l like speeding
Ridin in them demons
Your thot don't speak english, me I speak Engla (England)
Money Danita
Pull up in the creature
My son ride the forgis
Me I ride visas
Kay Kay Get that cash boy
Me I got visas
He say he got swag but me I got ether
He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa
Your bitch up finna three way I met her this week
She said that she a keeper thotie then keep her
The fuck I look like Peta
Da fuck you look like Tigga
Hell naw I be in the club like I'm legal

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Benji Glo:]
See I'm riding in that beamer, in the two seater
Boolin with a thotie
Thotie is eaters
Im smoking on some Rifa
Red in my two litter
Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers
3hunna that my savages, they kill for no reason
Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking
Everybody know I can't see Its not a secret
She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper
She say he gettin' money, I don't believe her
Me i be juggin, R-Riding with me heater
I got molly Xanax, Weed too, come see me
In the trap playing with them keys call me stevie

[Hook]

Win lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What do my fans mean to me? You know of course
My fans gon' mean the world to me
Without them there wouldn't be no Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, None of that.
Almighty Glo Gang, you know what I'm sayin'
None of that. So my fans mean a lot to me. I mean they always say
"Aww you pushed it back" oh no I don't push it back
All I'm tryna do is make sure shit is right. You know what I'm sayin'
I mean, everybody want that "Old Sosa", it's not gon' happen
Chief Sosa, I'm 'bout mothafuckin' 6000 years old
Remember when I used to be sayin' I was 300 all the time?
I'm 6000 mothafuckas. I'm older, I'm a grown boy
You know what I'm sayin', I been sayin' I was a grown boy
But I'm a real grown boy this time. You know what I'm sayin'
I'm grown, I'm glo'd up, man I got and glo'd up, grown up
Whatever you wanna say. And there won't be none of that old shit
You know what I'm sayin'
You talkin' 'bout shit when I was 16 years old
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm mothafuckin' 20... I'm 6000, you know what I'm sayin'
Anyways, yeah gang shit. I love my fans, and I love the haters
I love the people who fuck with me one thou-wow
I love the mothafuckas who talk behind my back one thou-wow
Gang shit, [ad libs]

[Hook:]
I like winnin' [x8]
All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win [x2]

[Verse 1:]
All I know is money, all I know is win
It's cause I'm gettin' money
I hope you don't get offended
I get some money at 6, and I get some money at 10
At 5, at 4, at 3-2-1 right now
I'm a diamond in the sky, all I know is win
Niggas two-faced, I don't want no friends
I like being my, I don't want no twin
I can do this shit again and again

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I like money, I like women
I like FL1's, I like 50's
I like Benjis, I like Jacksons
I like bullets, I like ratchets
I be gettin' money, smokin' on cat piss
Sippin' lean, smokin' on dead man
I came here for the money
You ain't got the exits
I hit the exit, hoppin' on the interstate
I glo fuckin' money, it's what's on my dinner plate
I know I'm kinda late, I had a meeting at 10 today
I like weed, love hoes, you love em well to wait
You love em every way, that shit so [?]
I'm rollin', yo bitch told me she love me like [?]
I'm on the win, fuck a roll, lemme see what my schedule say
Smokin' dope in my mansion, fuck what the tele say
Walk in the bank tryna see what the bank teller say
I was finna say...

[Hook]