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Chief Keef

Please

 

Please

(album: Sorry 4 The Weight - 2015)


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 fucking back, running hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm getting 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 calling my phone speaking crazy cops tapping me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smoking 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 chiefing keef

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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