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shifu - chief keef lyrics

[intro]
ooh, filthy

[chorus]
ayy, d-mn that sh-t fu’, ayy
d-mn that sh-t fu’, ayy, ayy
godd-mn, that sh-t fu’, ayy
d-mn that sh-t fu’, ayy, ayy
ayy, d-mn that sh-t fu’, ayy
d-mn that sh-t fu’, ayy, ayy
let me find out you fu’
i’m blamming at you (ayy, ayy)
i be with them ani-mammals (gang, gang, gang)
and sh-lls came with them, ayy, hand them to you (bang, bang, bang)
i looked at your shoes, like, “d-mn, that sh-t fu’,” ayy, ayy, ayy
just looked at your jewels, like, “d-mn, that sh-t fu’,” ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
you said that them trues, but that don’t look true, ayy, ayy, ayy
you said them new shoes, but them don’t look new, ayy, ayy, ayy
you said that’s your b-tch, but that b-tch look fu’, ayy, ayy, ayy
her bottoms not red, they really are blue, ayy, ayy, ayy
monkey see, monkey do, really abu? ayy, ayy
i’m blessed, eating a lot of food, beni-hachoos, ayy, ayy, ayy
n-ggas be talking, they plenty statues, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
tryna be like my gun, when did i shoot? ayy, ayy

[verse 2]
you fu’, your squad fu’, i’m not fu’, ayy
told that b-tch, “f you, you too fu’, you not cute,” ayy, hold that sh-t
i’m gonna do what i got do, ayy, who told you that sh-t?
not fu’, i swear you been lied to, ayy
this a hermes, not no ferragamo, hate that sh-t
got no child support for my baby mama, take that sh-t, ayy
i swear i walk into money, need to rake that sh-t, ayy
your jewelry don’t look like mine, you need to weigh that sh-t, ayy
ayy, or send johnny dang that sh-t, ayy
i dont wanna f you, give me brain, that’s it, ayy, ayy
i gave you liquor, blame that sh-t, ayy, ayy
if you fu’, then hang that sh-t, ayy
i’m speeding, i’m sosa andretti (110 in a 55, ayy)
these n-ggas, they really do hate me (f-ck sosa, i wish he’d die, ayy)
’cause i get fetti, ride bimmers and bentleys (my pistol ride with me, ah, ayy)
f-ck n-ggas act like they don’t hear me (my pistol make ’em hear me out, ayy)
that b-tch fu’, i told that b-tch
b-tches is gon’ do what b-tches do, ayy, hold that sh-t
he wanna know when he gon’ get back his boo, i don’t know that sh-t
holding on my .40 like it’s booze, b-tch, i tote that sh-t
say that’s a leather, that sh-t fu’
i spent two thousand up on a leather, feel like moose, ayy, ayy
i got thirty in my beretta, i’ma spray it like moose, ayy, ayy
shoot everything from a-z, i am papoose, hey, ayy

- chief keef lyrics

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