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letra de gated - chief keef

[intro: chief keef & soulja boy]
yeah sosa
sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja
sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja, bah
yeah, sosa, soulja
sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja
sosa and soulja (turbo, draco)
sosa and soulja, sosa and soulja

[verse 1: chief keef]
court in miami, they petty case me
fn with me, like my lady
he playin’ crazy, n-ggas been flodgin’ lately
rock-a-bye baby, my spot gated
been had the beamers, got a mercedes
rockin’ the latest, b-tch i’m the greatest
b-tch i upgraded, ayy, she ace of spade it, yeah
never debate it, ayy, we get to sprayin’
it’s 11am, a n-gga still up
runnin’ it up, ain’t been to sleep once
i get it done, let’s have some fun
shootout your dread, now it’s a bun
boy when we come, you better run
what is to you, i am the one
light up a spark, ’bout to walk in the park
rip dart, rip you apart
she don’t like when it fart, i told her i do
smokin’ the goo, top of the coupe
won’t stop at you, actin’ a fool
i see you fu’, catch you with two
i got me a cup, but i don’t sip deuce
step down on the kush, i might get a dually
i’m up with tooly, these n-ggas fruity
d-ck in the booty, my pants is ksubi
boy’s watch is foolish, b-tch work at hooters
they said i couldn’t do it, tell ’em i do this
they boy alley-oop me, i shine like a ruby
more clips than a movie, i need a movie
i’m in the club makin’ a movie
thanks to my jeweler, ice like it’s stupid
try not to love me, she dodgin’ a bullet
my ice have you woozy, like you off hookah
i didn’t pay my shooter, i try not to snooze
when i say ‘choo, fifty times two
took her some’ new, i’m wearin’ some’ new
she skatin’ the coupe, okay new new
come play the flute, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i’m in the mood, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
how can i lose? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
eat ramen noodles, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
count me some loot, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
hop in the booth, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
your sh-t stupid, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
might hallelujah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
gettin’ the pad, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
gettin’ the bag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i love to swag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
don’t mean to brag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
pants is tight, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
still tote fn, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i ain’t your friend, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy
you ain’t my mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
pants cost a grand, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
paid her with a gram, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
’bout to buy me some land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
as soon as i land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
think he breakin’ in, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
get hit with the fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
ain’t talkin’ fn, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
eagle ball at your mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
the hawk finna land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
fall off of the benz, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
ain’t shakin’ no hands, no no no no no no
i’m really the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i should hit france, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
just to get pants, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
louis my lens, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
we get them hands, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
i was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah, kick in the door
i put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah, i’m trained to blow
i’m finna go, pop zip and reload, gang, we at o
pimpin’ the bowl, yeah, j at the door, bring the k to the door
13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn’t fold under bo
7 years old, runnin’ through the o, pickin’ my nose
jumped in front of, knife for my mama, she was fightin’ some ho
yeah i got cut, f-ck n-gga, what? right in the throat
mama did fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags
cuttin’ the gr-ss, snakes and some -ss, life it was fast
wake up and stretch, mixed call from my ex, she talkin’ ’bout s-x
i gotta check, check on the check, where is it at? ayy

[verse 2: soulja boy]
i’m with the gang, we shoot f&n’s
i catch you lackin’, one in his chin
hollow tips, he won’t walk again
leave him handicapped, he gon’ crawl again
try to take somethin’, you gon’ take a hollow
got a bad b-tch and you know she swallow
got a huracán and a murciélago
hop up in the demon, finna start auto
half a million dollars, in wells fargo
n-gga know i’m poppin’, like a bottle
stacks on deck gang, glory gang
money gang, that’s my gang
yeah, trap one, trap two, uh
trap three, n-gga one more time
one ak, one of a kind
1-800 hot sh-t, n-gga bullets flyin’
yeah, we trap sh-t, n-gga hit my line
catch me in that foreign and a n-gga flyin’
diamonds on my chain make a n-gga blind
grab your b-tch, hit her from behind
ayy, i said sosa and soulja (turbo)
put the red bricks in a rover, ayy
said i pull up and stunt
pull up and dump, bricks in the truck
call up pablo escobar, ayy
me and sosa ridin’ in a foreign car, ayy
drive the lamborghini like a stolen car, ayy
rollin’ up gas out the cookie jar
flexin’ late, whip mercedes, like a baby
trap go crazy, she want to be my lady
f-ck you, pay me, n-gga f-ck you, pay me
ayy, i whip it up like babies
trap go crazy, he been flexin’ lately
they ain’t gated, mansion gated
yeah, f-ck you, pay me, n-gga f-ck you, pay me (yeah)

- chief keef

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