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treat myself - chief keef lyrics

[intro]
(this is foenem radio, on bd)
i’m the one that got the city up
down, but they love you when you’re up (this is foenem radio, on bd)
about no l!ck back, just don’t hit me up
my l!ck back whenever you let me f*ck
say she infatuated with trucks
but we ain’t playin’ no seven up
i’m a diamond from the rough
b*tch, i gotta treat myself

[verse 1]
b*tch, i wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself
take a look up in the mirror, i just wanna squeeze myself
i done been through so much smoke to where i couldn’t even see myself
i’ll never need a b*tch, but i’ma always need mysеlf
diamonds shinin’ off my charm, i think i christmas tree’d myself
i start wearin’ yellow diamonds, it’ll look likе i peed myself
granny ain’t like when i dropped out, granny, i can teach myself
so icy, hand me a jacket, b*tch, i ain’t tryna freeze myself
g so swung around the jungle, youngin, call him donkey kong
n*ggas be havin’ big*ass mouths like that commercial for honeycomb
i be laughin’ to the bank, you’d think i hit my funny bone
look at my jewelry selection, b*tch, yeah, you know my money long

[chorus]
started from the bottom, i’m the one that got the city up
they don’t f*ck with you when you’re down, but they love you when you’re up
told that b*tch i don’t care about no l!ck back, just don’t hit me up
b*tch, i’ma get my l!ck back whenever you let me f*ck
baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
told her put her head down, but we ain’t playin’ no seven up
i got diamonds on my neck, i’m a diamond from the rough
i’m not trippin’ ’bout no paper, b*tch, i gotta treat myself
see chief keef live
get tickets as low as $80
[verse 2]
b*tch, i wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself
‘fore a b*tch make me mad enough to bl!ck her, i’ma bl!ck myself
and i be workin’ so motherf*ckin’ hard, i’m talkin’ so hard, need to tip myself
and that f*ck n*gga think he smart, tell him i’m smarter than a b*tch myself
bro done passed me the motherf*ckin’ ball, if i miss the shot, i’ma bench myself
‘fore i let a ho spin me, i’ll stand on my toes and spin myself
n*gga think he havin’ cash, my pockets swoler than a b*tch myself
foenem ridin’ up in a jeep, that b*tch so loud, couldn’t hear myself
thought that n*gga bought that bentley, they repo’d it like voila
i got big ol’ bands like 50, that b*tch gon’ get in my car
stood through fire, storm, sleet, that’s the pros of bein’ a star
i got a hundred for every motherf*ckin’ time bruce lee said, “wah”

[outro]
i’m not trippin’ ’bout no paper, b*tch, i gotta treat myself
i’m not trippin’ ’bout no paper, b*tch, i gotta treat myself
told her put her head down, but we ain’t playin’ no seven up
told her put her head down, but we ain’t playin’ no seven up

- chief keef lyrics

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