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letra de too trim - chief keef

[intro]
(sosa on the beat)

[verse 1]
i be smokin’ on that reefer ’til i pass the f-ck out
let your b-tch ass in the club, you get dragged the f-ck out
caught that b-tch up in my stash, she got smacked the f-ck out
back up in the parking spot, no time to back the f-ck out
you can gamble with your life and you gon’ cr-p the f-ck out
i be smokin’ all this green so i don’t black the f-ck out
goin’ up against the mob and you get whacked the f-ck out
had to stop poppin’ x before i snapped the f-ck out
big rifle make you think a n-gga camped the f-ck out
n-gga need to get some sleep, man, i’m vamped the f-ck out
foenem done caught you lackin’ and they ran the f-ck down
i’m the only one can tell them n-ggas stand the f-ck down
my whole fam with that street sh-t, it was handed the f-ck down
i’m somewhere up on the clouds tryna get the f-ck down, huh?
b-tch came in the crib stinkin’, told her get the f-ck out
f-ck you and your clique, you can call them n-ggas up now

[chorus]
a n-gga wanted bands, so i came out with a plan
had to do it on my own, i ain’t holdin’ out my hand
shout out to my mans, i mean shout out to my friends
if they shot your ass once, they’ll shoot your ass again
shout out to my stans, i mean shout out to my fans
they like, “when he gonna drop? man, that n-gga cap again”
shout out to your wife, i mean shout out to your b-tch
she in a double-r truck bent over like an ant
see chief keef live
get tickets as low as $80
[verse 2]
make me lose my f-ckin’ temper, hit the nerve switch
yeah, you ride it like a broom, you still a bird, witch
in this life, a n-gga live or make you nervous
he say he sh-ttin’ on chief so, what is it, birdsh-t?
when i’m sh-ttin’ on a n-gga, it’s big t-rds, b-tch
i lay back, get the top, and smoke purp, b-tch
what i’m rollin’ up gon’ have me flat like the earth, b-tch
finish your food so you can come and eat your dessert, b-tch
i got my own m’s, i don’t give a f-ck what you worth, b-tch
f-ck your ears, n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck what you heard, b-tch
how you suck at cookin’? that sh-t make my stomach hurt, b-tch
with that loose-ass p-ssy, go and put it on reserve, b-tch
with that dry-ass p-ssy, go and get some f-ckin’ preserve, b-tch
dig a hole and put your ass in it, i’m joe dirt, b-tch
now you gotta go ’cause your dumb ass gettin’ on my nerves, b-tch
i’m a walkin’ iphone, b-tch, i be alert

[chorus]
n-gga wanted bands, so i came out with a plan
had to do it on my own, i ain’t holdin’ out my hand
shout out to my mans, i mean shout out to my friends
if they shot your ass once, they’ll shoot your ass again
shout out to my stans, i mean shout out to my fans
they like, “when he gonna drop? man, that n-gga cap again”
shout out to your wife, i mean shout out to your b-tch
she in a double-r truck bent over like an ant
[verse 3]
my kid ain’t say her mama name, she said my name first
boy, all your sh-t sound the same, you rap the same verse
the police took him in the room, he said our name first
wish i could stay up in the bed because i hate work
you’re lookin’ for a rainbow, n-gga, it gotta rain first
hogwarts, i got one up in the chamber
all this land, i gotta hire me some rangers
she said she gon’ give me top, she gotta drink first
coochie wet as h-ll, i told that ho to drain first
baby mama bust my windows out of anger
mama always told me never talk to strangers
got me gettin’ my dumb ass out of dangers
called me broke, he said that dumb sh-t out of anger
tell that n-gga hang that sh-t up on a hanger
d-ck be draggin’ on the floor, b-tch, i’m a sw-nger
f-ck n-gga, bob your head, this a banger

- chief keef

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