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letra de entry - chief keef

[intro]
sosa baby

[verse 1]
bally keep that semi
ridin’ fast swervin’ in that new bentley (gbe)
don’t talk about cars we got plenty
pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
we pull up cats, you don’t see the hemis
young n-gga eating good, how he so skinny?
don’t talk about pipes, we got plenty
b-tch we was the youngest n-ggas up in the city
with a lil b-tch she so sadity
i was with them bad boys, i felt like diddy
now i pull up, ferrari, bentley
if you looking for my jewelry i keeps it with me

[verse 2]
i just slid down on em, they looking sh-tty
how she having all that ass and she so skinny?
all these white clouds of smoke this sh-t smell p-ssy
i gotta gift and i’m gonna send that b-tch down your chimney
b-tch they know chief sosa putting that work in
every time i hit the block, the police be lurking
the diamonds on my wrist be foot working
tell madea she was right cuz they ain’t no nerd in
my chain got your b-tch just stuck, flirting
boy i ain’t the lord i ain’t having mercy
november stuff his ass like a turkey
and i’m sharp as a b-tch i can scratch the surface
sign my name on her titties in cursive
and i had her on her knees like that man that she worship
and i’m sharper than the man that be running them churches
i’ll have my shorty pop your b-tch ass like a perky
they love sosa, got them semis
steady pressing the red b-tton cuz b-tch i’m busy
here to k!ll or f-ck his wife that b-tch not risky
at the hotel i clap that sh-t like missy
play gangster, went to jail that b-tch turn sissy
make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey
my lil cousin so fried, that b-tch so crispy
but he play with lil cousin that b-tch make history
[verse 3]
bally keep that semi
ridin’ fast swervin’ in that new bentley
talking bout cars, we got plenty
and i’m hoppin’ in the rari but i’m wearing skinnys
i can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys
i’ll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny
i had b-tches way back when i smoked them skimpys
put a bullet in your heart and make that b-tch empty
and the way this b-tch spit, this the illest mc
smack a n-gga bodyguard, i feel like nipsey
i just told a b-tch peace, it’s like a hippy
and i had to bring my pipe, cuz sh-t sound iffy
i’ll break a n-gga b-lls, believe it like ripley’s
i’ll stick a p-ssy n-gga like botox lips be
i’ll smoke a n-gga took date to mine this week
so if you don’t wanna get popped, don’t come near me

- chief keef

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