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letra de rawlings - chief keef

[intro: ballout]
dp on the beat
smokes! glo!
blood gang, man
motherf-ckas know how we rockin’, man
glo gang or no gang, man
stupid blunts man, four wheel drive man, stupid kush
so motherf-ckin’ high right now man
motherf-ckin’ mansion man, got all these acres, square feet
i don’t know where the f-ck i’m at man, feel me?
all type of whips outside
m6’s, audi’s, and sh-t

[verse: chief keef]
ayy, bally
ayy, ayy, p-ss me the rawlings, ayy, ayy
so i can ball
b-tches already know that we ballin’
i’m at the mardi gras in new orleans
choppas out, get ’em, boys
got them dogs out, sniff ’em
runnin’ round your kitchen, where yo sh-t at?
send my locksmith at yo door
send my block, at your folks
send that glo, we posted on the glo block with big -ss poles
where the glo block at? north suburbs
in my mansion, b-tch, ya never heard
where it’s at? you never know
try to follow me, then i’ma blow
i can be drivin’, still got the pipe
be drivin’, and i’ll still take your life
pull up on ya b-tch, i’m still taking flight
i’m off the tooka and i’m still getting high
and higher, ayy
waiting for the days to go by, and by-er, ayy
only thing that matter is the money, ayy
wake up in the morning yawning ayy, gettin’ money
f-ckin’ honey’s, f-ckin’ thots
f-ck n-gga, f-ck up your party or your posse
turn it to a pool party
almighty, you mighty
in my 290
catch you, you a body
under him, ayy, what was wrong with him?
i don’t know, ’cause i’m bipolar
when he shoot, he shoot at your shoulder
have yo pipe up, catch you, rawlings
n-gga we don’t carry holsters
riding with a interlapse, ain’t got time for that chitter chat
f-ck n-gga got me i’ma get em’ back
this choppa break a n-ggas back
(duh-da-da) n-gga

- chief keef

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