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letra de charged up - chief keef & mike will made-it

[intro]
(d-mn, son where’d you find this?)
(mike will made-it)

[verse 1: chief keef]
who that pullin’ out out the bank in lamborghini, boy? ayy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
my son think that i’m a genie, boy, ayy
these n-ggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy
my wrist, this that fiji, boy, yeah
knockin’ on your window with a squeegee, boy (bah)
ayy, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy
hardly sleep, so ain’t no dreaming, boy
i don’t trust you, you look sleazy, boy (real trap sh-t)
i just make that sh-t look easy
put two watches on and named ’em mario, luigi
told ’em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy
ho think i sip too much, she say i gotta take it easy (ayy, lean, lean, lean)

[chorus: chief keef]
got some new wheels, sittin’ new, brand new
like a lasko, n-gga, we’ll fan you
it’s alaska whеn i bring the jewelry through
ayy, it’s tokyo whеn i pull the truck up
this b-tch talk too much, she need to shut the f-ck up (shh)
want me to pick her up ’cause she know i’m flexed up (trap-a-holics, real trap sh-t)
we’ll paint you red, what’s on your shirt? not ketchup
[verse 2: chief keef]
if they pick me up, we innocent, ayy (ayy, ayy)
i take dope like benadryl, ayy (ayy, ayy)
stupid, rest them imbeciles
goin’ dumb like i ain’t never been to school, ayy (beep, beep, beep, beep)
in the hard top, watch me lift the roof, ayy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
in a heartbeat, she gon’ pick and choose, ayy (b-tch)
we’ll check your ass, now you a swoosh, ayy (check your ass, now you a swoosh)
sippin’ on a four of juice (sippin’ on a four of juice)
shoes off-white, but they not white
call a plumber, its a thirty stuck in the pipe
they ain’t moving right, we gon’ get ’em right
higher than a penthouse is what i’m feelin’ like
you say you was a k!ller, hmm
now you snitchin’, hmm
act like you know the streets, should’ve minded your business
get up off my d-ck and go find some b-tches
n-ggas be acting like they street, steady lyin’ to b-tches
truck got seven speeds
went to get in it, i forgot my keys
you love me? baby, please
and that ain’t hard to believe
you just goin’ for what you believe
’cause my wrist always on bling
ain’t sh-t fallin’ but some leaves
ayy, make a new b-tch history
i’m cool as i can be
wipe the shades off, i couldn’t see
ayy, you said them gucci shades with a c
it’s somethin’ wrong with your g
my gas tank on f, ayy, your gas tank on e
she like, “you in a lamb’, tryna be lowkey”
smoke o, but don’t know rome’
what it’s gon’ be what it’s gon’ be (d-mn)
[chorus: chief keef]
got some new wheels, sittin’ new, brand new
like a lasko, n-gga, we’ll fan you
it’s alaska when i bring the jewelry through
ayy, it’s tokyo when i pull the truck up
this b-tch talk too much, she need to shut the f-ck up
want me to pick her up ’cause she know i’m flexed up
we’ll paint you red, what’s on your shirt? not ketchup

[outro: dj pharris]
this chicago, n-gga

- chief keef mike will made it

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