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letra de letter - chief keef

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[intro]
k.e. on the track

[verse 1]
‘member when my teacher told me i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t
now i can freak her, freak my teacher
’cause i got the stacks, ’cause i got the racks
and i got dem guns dem, b-tches gratata cl!ck-clack n-gga, brat brat brat

[chorus]
never tell me what the f-ck i can’t be
should take a trip to f-cking beijing
girl, that’s red bottoms, n-ggas babies
ima grown boy, boy you a baby
even though i’m a baby
i get cakey, daily
gotta gun and that’s off safety
mama always told me never let a n-gga play me
ima get my -ss whooped and i couldn’t take it

[verse 2]
what’s the situation is the situation paper
if it is shakeup, ima earthquake up
cooling with paper, ballin’ is my major
sh-t who wants some top, wait up baby i’ll take that
pull up on the motherf-cking label, “where my cake at?”
‘fore i up this motherf-cking chopper and spray it
f-ck rehab, i get high for bob marley
007, b-tch the skies falling
bought me some rugers, i was tired of glock 40s
put it on blood, b-tch i’m guap shorty
put it on cuz, b-tch i’m a hot shorty
ima burn ya -ss, on the spot shawty
bananas in the summer
chinchillas in the winter
heard you was mad about your thot, n-gga get her
made it from the bottom to the top, n-ggas didn’t
that’s why my mansion 2 million, n-ggas bitter

[chorus]
never tell me what the f-ck i can’t be
should take a trip to f-cking beijing
girl, that’s red bottoms, n-ggas babies
ima grown boy, boy you a baby
even though i’m a baby
i get cakey, daily
gotta gun and that’s off safety
mama always told me never let a n-gga play me
ima get my -ss whooped and i couldn’t take it

[verse 3]
heard f-ck n-ggas was plotting on the low
from chiraq i been spotting on the low
i know everything before they thought i didn’t know
i pull up on your block poppin’ sh-t, crisco
i am rich now, ‘member when i was in the field
running around the block, while n-ggas getting k!lled
n-ggas sending shots, we gon’ send them back
baby, i’m the driver, i ain’t in the back
pull up in a foreign, they like “who is that?”
on tooka day, smoking tooka pack
pull off and i’m touring all the hoodlums man
b-tch, i’m yung joc, i’ll do ya bad
cool kid on the gun and it will cool ya -ss
do this rap sh-t for fun, let it fool ya -ss
fredo coming out the cut, he gon’ do ya -ss
tadoe slow -ss, he shot some more times

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