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damn shorty - chief keef & mike will made-it lyrics

[intro: s*xyy redd & chief keef]
he like, “how you fit that ass in them pants?”
you wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
i’m with my b*tches so you gotta bring some friends
i’m a dog, i ain’t tryna do the romance (trap*a*holics, real trap sh*t)
(this chicago, n*gga)
d*mn shorty, this one ain’t even on purpose man
d*mn shorty, shoot on accident
d*mn shorty, i thought about it, like d*mn
d*mn shorty, d*mn shorty
d*mn shorty, i’m talking to myself, though (young rari)

[verse 1: chief keef]
how you fit that glock in them tight ass pants, shorty? (trap*a*holics)
they like how you get it, d*mn shorty
how you pulling up in the lamb’, shorty?
mans like who that at the door, my d*mn shorties
we’ll shoot your ass while you on cam, shorty
if we can’t get you, we gon’ get your fam, shorty
i’m like tracy come out cut and slam shorty
me and gang in la, we’ll ram shorty (real trap sh*t)
i can’t come to your city, i’m finna land, shorty
i’ll pop you, we ain’t throwing hands, shorty
i’ll turn your ass a nеw strand, shorty
i’m off tooka, we don’t do the xans, shorty
d*mn shorty, d*mn shorty
make thе chopper sing, big baby dram, shorty
we’ll catch you in the club, sam shorty
get to spraying cooking b*tter, pam, shorty
d*mn shorty, d*mn shorty
we just watching out for uncle sam, shorty
they like sosa, “when you get that lamb’, shorty”
you already know what i am, shorty
[verse 2: s*xyy redd]
he like, “how you fit that ass in them pants?”
you wanna see me, boy, you better have them bands
i’m with my b*tches so you gotta bring some friends
i’m a dog, i ain’t tryna do the romance
i’m a real fine b*tch and i got that bag
hoes don’t play with me, ’cause i get on they ass
i like to hop up in my car and drive it fast
ain’t pulling over, we outside, f*ck the task
my coochie good, that’s why i got two baby dads
i hate a lying*ass n*gga, i’ll flash
don’t turn me up, you know i get to acting bad
i tell my hoes when you with me, the world mad
yeah, i’m rich, but i like to chill out on the block
he wanna hang with me but he ain’t got no glock
i’m doing donuts while i’m pulling off the lot
and i ain’t hiding from these b*tches, f*ck the opps

[verse 3: chief keef]
d*mn shorty, d*mn shorty
you should already know i rep’ my gang, shorty
you already know i don’t tuck no chain, shorty
you can’t hang, shorty, you tuck your chain, shorty
you was tryna hang, shorty, got your dumbass banged shorty
we ain’t playing around, shorty, this ain’t no game, shorty
on a roof feel, like i’m on a crane, shorty
you be rocking where? boy, you ain’t dame, shorty
i was on the cta bus and a train, shorty
never got big*headed since i got fame, shorty (i got fame)
you dropped your location, then we came, shorty (ayy, came)
before we k!ll you, we gon’ give you that pain, shorty (give ya that pain)
they threw me in the booth, told me go insane, shorty (du*da*duh)
got hermes umbrella in case it rain, shorty
riding around your city with me and my same shorties (same shorty)
finna come bowl on you, better stay in your lane shorty (lane shorty, ayy)

- chief keef mike will made it lyrics

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