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Chief Keef

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(album: Dedication - 2017)


Sosa baby...

Running up that sack
Smoking on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speaking facts
I'm all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text

Please don't cross the gun line, gon' cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line looking like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it's crunch time
Got my AR with me, that's my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it's bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y'all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain't' no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fucking with me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don't pay us no mind
Hit you with' some big hits, won't take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I'm not even lying
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I'm not even trying
It ain't hard to get up with' me, I'm not even hiding
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even sliding
Hit yo' bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I'm all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy...
I'm a 90's baby, I know nothing bout the 80's
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warring, I looked up and God just saved me

Running up that sack
Smoking on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speaking facts
I'm all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text

Bang!

done

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