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Chief Keef

Carolina

 

Carolina

(album: The GloFiles, Pt. 1 - 2018)


Aye, aye
Gang!
Gang in this bitch, nigga
Aye
Skuddu skuu, nigga!
Ain't no Ralph though

I pull up smoking stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas looking dumb
Pulled up parking lot, pimping like I play with Jordan
Choppas waving in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smoking ganja
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a Beamer for the summer

Bought twenty Monclers for the winter, aye
200 choppas for all of my enemies
He think it's sweet, it's chips, this choppa finna lay
That nigga try to run, this choppa finna spray
Sig on me cause that's how I feel today
I got money, don't care 'bout a damn old case
Got lead and pen on me, blood I'm finna paint
I found some money, took it on a dinner date
Aye, wait, skate
Pull up in that thing
In the truck, Lil Wayne
Hop out, smoke a stain
In my pocket bang
In my Johnny Dang
It's a lot of bling, aye bling

I pull up smoking stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas looking dumb
Pulled up parking lot, pimping like I play with Jordan
Choppas waving in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smoking ganja
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a Beamer for the summer

[Pollari:]
The life put a drop on my guapa
Can't fuck with these niggas, they imposters
Don't fuck with no oppas, no coppas
LeBron James, just hit 'em with the choppa like woah
I get the cash for days, yeah
Issey Miyake my ways, yeah
You's a lil' bitch, out my face, yeah
Put that lil' bitch in her place, yeah
Bitch I'm your, bitch I'm your father, yeah
Fuck on your sister, your daughter, yeah
Your bitch coming over, don't call her, yeah
She give me brain like a scholar, yeah
Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah
Hot like a hundred degrees, yeah
Fendi, Riccardo my sleeve, yeah
I hit the bitch and I leave, yeah
Flipping that work on the stove, ooh
I got my wrist out the boat, ooh
Still got to play with these hoes, ooh
Maison Margiela my toe

I pull up smoking stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas looking dumb
Pulled up parking lot, pimping like I play with Jordan
Choppas waving in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smoking ganja
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a Beamer for the summer

done

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