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Chief Keef

Minute

 

Minute


I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits
On my, mother, fucking mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce looking like some money
Been riding with that uhhh, and a hundred O
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got gas pussy, I'll beat her in a minute

I ain't got a minute
Baby wait a minute
Before you start, you gon' need to finish
Every fucking text, you don't need a sentence
You a good girl, you don't need a menace
Riding in the car, looking at the stars
Cause I dropped the top, this been done before
I done got the cops, focused on the car
Bitch up in the passenger, [?] selling wash
Walked in double G, looking for a fit
Step up on my kicks, I'ma have a fit
I'm riding in a Porsche, looking like a scorch
Photo shoot on the Porsche
So much designer, I'm endorsed

I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits
On my, mother, fucking mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce looking like some money
Been riding with that uhhh, and a hundred O
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got gas pussy, I'll beat her in a minute

Dolla, dolla bill y'all, we play big ball
You think it's on a crate, how that bitch sit tall
Get the car waxed, and had the dirt ripped off
Boy, that shit ain't real, those some Gucci rip offs
These ain't out, these some Hermes flip flops
You thought that you saw these, you sniffing Chris Rock
I'm in that tic-toc, and I'm making pit stops
2 4 40's, bitch we got big blocks
The dope, dope, dope keep me calm
This fucking chinchilla keep me warm
It's Chief So, it's Turbo, it's a bomb
Off this [?] loud pack, aka alarm

I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits
On my, mother, fucking mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce looking like some money
Been riding with that uhhh, and a hundred O
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got gas pussy, I'll beat her in a minute

done

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