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aired - chief keef & fredo santana lyrics

[intro]
dolan on the keyboard
this is a dolan beats production

[chorus: chief keef]
blunt full of dead oppers
national guards can’t stop us
paranoid tell me who knocking
looking on the camera tryna see who’s plotting on me
only been a day but i took two trips
bought a five*seven and it came with three clips
pinky rings on me like i won three ships (yes it is, yeah)
two fifties i’m one hundred
feeling like a champion
run it up get my stampede on (yes i is)
i’m feeling like rick*flair
don’t want it if it don’t got stairs
talk that sh*t get aired

[verse 1: chief keef]
well look who it is , got obama on my wrist
got money to get, no time for your b*tch
doing straight physicals, no time for a diss
and the thing on my wrist, like a bucket of p*ss
rolled down on a hoe, get up in the ship
so motherf*cking sharp, might cut me a b*tch
on top of the foreign, about to take me a pic
just pulled to the crib, about to take me a b*tch
grandma used to be like, “where’d you get that money?”
she seen me up running it, with sh*t that they come and get
now it’s diamonds on the cross, feeling so f*cking boss
might buy me a vault, just tell me the cost
house so far out, you gone tell me you lost
all these sticks, we can stampede the law (yeah, yeah)
all this ice i can make me a rink
all this gold i can make me a sea
all this surf i can make me a beach (yeah, yeah)
just to sleep it’s gone take me a week
you slipping i’ll take me a three
folks had that k in his briefs
[chorus: chief keef]
blunt full of dead oppers
national guards can’t stop us
paranoid tell me who knocking
looking on the camera tryna see who’s plotting on me
only been a day but i took two trips
bought a five*seven and it came with three clips
pinky rings on me like i won three ships (yes it is, yeah)
two fifties i’m one hundred
feeling like a champion
run it up get my stampede on (yes i is)
i’m feeling like rick*flair
don’t want it if it don’t got stairs
talk that sh*t get aired

[verse 2: fredo santana]
colling at the top, smoking dope, i’m just laughing
let me see a opp, he get smoked, i’m gone whack him
thought he wanted smoke sh*t, now he in a casket
the way i stretch this work
you would thought it was gymnastics
bought a new crib, and that was off my last flip
hard on these hoes, you can ask my last b*tch
me and sosa, getting money, blue hunnids
sh*tting, diarrhea, loose stomach
diamonds so sick it’ll make a n*gga vomit
doowop in the cut and he gone hit you with that tommy
i’m really with this sh*t, it ain’t nothing to catch a body
strapped up, every time i hit the party
weed so strong man it got a n*gga coughing
gun so long i’m like get up in this coffin
shoot*outs broad day, man i do that very often (what?)
real street n*gga, i’ll slap a n*gga momma
[chorus: chief keef]
blunt full of dead oppers
national guards can’t stop us
paranoid tell me who knocking
looking on the camera tryna see who’s plotting on me
only been a day but i took two trips
bought a five*seven and it came with three clips
pinky rings on me like i won three ships (yes it is, yeah)
two fifties i’m one hundred
feeling like a champion
run it up get my stampede on (yes i is)
i’m feeling like rick*flair
don’t want it if it don’t got stairs
talk that sh*t get aired

- chief keef fredo santana lyrics

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