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letra de smoked - chief keef

[intro}
yeah
sosa, duke (wheezy beats)
gang, gang

[hook: lil duke]
f-ck all that talk and we want all that smoke
beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
traps stay, the rollie and the neighbor, they know
young n-gg- slangin’ and baggin’ them toasters
traffickin’ pounds and then p-ssing like ration
gotta go get it, i put plays in motion
i never offer no handout
n-gg- tried me and it’s man down
put that shit out and i stand out
the boys in the hood just like landmines
i blow that shit like a fan
i f-ck with sosa, my man
we gon’ ball like the clan
geekin we booted, know what i’m sayin’

[verse 1: chief keef]
rollin’ the green at the red light
i’m blowing that dope, get my head right
i c-ke, but that drank got my head straight
you really the word, now it’s their way
you see me flown up in this time cup
i cut that check then i’m bouncin’
all of this green that i’m countin’
with mula that i got for allowance
n-gg-, you better pay homage
n-gg-, you better pay something
we gon’ pull up with them drones
og all up in my lungs

[hook : lil duke]
f-ck all that talk and we want all that smoke
beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
traps stay, the rollie and the neighbor, they know
young n-gg- slangin’ and baggin’ them toasters
traffickin’ pounds and then p-ssing like ration
gotta go get it, i put plays in motion
i never offer no handout
n-gg- tried me and it’s man down
put that shit out and i stand out
the boys in the hood just like landmines
i blow that shit like a fan
i f-ck with sosa, my man
we gon’ ball like the clan
geekin we booted , know what i’m sayin’

[verse 2: lil duke]
i sip, i can roll out the gas
i thinkin’ i left for my past
all of them n-gg-s got blasters
we used to run on the m-sses
ballin’, i never had it
got it out the mud, b-tch i’mma serve it
b-tches, they chasin’ them diamonds, they har-ssing
every time i’m the booth, it’s a cl-ssic
i had to get on my shit
came from the trenches i’m tryna get rich
city, the city, now everything lit
set them racks on me, i came with a trench
f-ck is you talkin’ about, f-ck all that insta shit
young n-gg-s going, they going, they going out the room
30 on round, get hit with an su clip

[hook : lil duke]
f-ck all that talk and we want all that smoke
beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
traps stay, the rollie and the neighbor, they know
young n-gg- slangin’ and baggin’ them toasters
traffickin’ pounds and then p-ssing like ration
gotta go get it, i put plays in motion
i never offer no handout
n-gg- tried me and it’s man down
put that shit out and i stand out
the boys in the hood just like landmines
i blow that shit like a fan
i f-ck with sosa, my man
we gon’ ball like the clan
geekin we booted, know what i’m sayin’

- chief keef

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