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149 n 55 - chief keef lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy yoon yoon skrt skrt ayy ayy ayy gang ayy skrt dududuh ayy skuduskuh ayy ayy skrt

[verse 1: chief keef]
goin’ 149 in a 55, you might see me in the sky i be really high
foreign truck, b*tch it ain’t nun basic
smoked the whole blunt b*tch said why you facin’ ?
b*tch you ain’t my brother, you can’t hit my blunt
looking like that n*gga and i feel like that
puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet
skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks
n*gga we don’t love these b*tches
i ain’t goin out in public with these b*tches
she suck me, she suck you, ooh she vicious
all these hoes be actin’ like bougie b*tches
these hoes can’t drive that sh*t too ridiculous
somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous
young n*gga still on this road of richess
this dumb n*gga spend his cash on dope and b*tches

[chorus: chief keef]
grandma say i be on too much ridiculousness
no computer we’ll break a n*gga sh*t
no computer we’ll fix a n*gga sh*t
that go for black john tryna wrip a n*gga sh*t
call will, we finna hitch that n*gga sh*t
i named the truck ludacris, disturbin’ the peace
who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
i got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
we done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
in the v10 rollin’ like a wheelchair
brick ass n*gga we got steel, fam
[verse 2: chief keef]
aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in cuba
frozen ’cause my jewler
them ain’t vvs, you got yo necklace from a fooler
aye, they sold you that fooled ya
my youngin’ nem with it blowin’ at the jewler
sippin’ a pt cruiser
you know my sh*t fast, you think i’m high we be cruising
aye, b*tches jewlin’ on the jewlery
goin’ to school to be a doctor so i asked her can she cure me
700 horses call polo
n*gga we was lookin’ for you, n*gga marco polo

[chorus: chief keef]
grandma say i be on too much ridiculousness
no computer we’ll break a n*gga sh*t
no computer we’ll fix a n*gga sh*t
that go for black john tryna wrip a n*gga sh*t
call will, we finna hitch that n*gga sh*t
i named the truck ludacris, disturbin’ the peace
who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
i got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
we done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
in the v10 rollin’ like a wheelchair
brick ass n*gga we got steel, fam
[verse 3: ballout]
new foreigns outside, they ain’t leased
n*gga say he on his bag, he want me
trap house been in uncle phil crib
n*gga and my momma ain’t even livin’ here
stuntin’ on the commas on a steel chair
pushing old money with a wheelchair
call me ballout baby, the pill bear
onna tour bus and we hit a d*mn deer
fresh as h*ll and i ain’t goin’ in no summer tale
n*gga don’t get put on a obituary

- chief keef lyrics

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