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first 48 - chief keef lyrics

[intro]
aon
bang
a*a*a*on aon aon
bang, chief keef
make some money, money moves, yeah
yeah, bang, bang, bang

[verse]
chief keef on the syrup
you peons give it up (peons give it up)
shot glock held with us
top money, b*tch, we up (top money, racks, yeah)
speakin’ real sh*t, my n*ggas, we blowin’ sh*t (blowin’ sh*t)
trigger finger, hit your b*tch, r.i.p. gone off the sh*ts (gone off the sh*ts)
them n*ggas will get you k!lled, them n*ggas you walkin’ wit’ (you walkin’ with)
so high off the marmelade, i’ll take a b*tch and enroll her
but i really wanna have follow her, cause i’m chiеf keef and i’m done with her
that loud smoke, yеah, sh*t’s stanky
f*ck chief keef and get famous
and f*ck these and these new b*tches
hoes on my d*ck from last year
but i’m dope as f*ck, we sellin’ them hoes
i don’t even want them so bring that cash in
3hunna, glory boyz
get off my d*ck because we done f*cked you last year
b*tches saying i’m weak so p*ssy n*gga what’s up with sh*t?
chief, i go hard, ain’t playing with a b*tch
and if we get to sweeping, we got some sh*lls for a n*gga back
backing in this b*tch, throw them sets up, throw the wrong set up, the fire may be very up
been swagging out the roof, not a d*mn care
and you ain’t where i am, you ain’t o’block, you ain’t that school
b*tch i do this sh*t, always drilling, never leave
to my fans, they’ll be rich
snitch n*ggas, find the eight, ugh

- chief keef lyrics

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