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letra de what the fuck is y'all on - chief keef

oh my god they caught this n-gg- loafin’
hit him for his chain then see what else he toting
tell that f–k n-gg- i need all the money i loaned him
and if he talkin’ sh-t then f–k it smoke him
to his mamma when you see your son on the news
this is business b-tch don’t get it confused
he owed me two racks so they found him in two
fives, tens, twenties, fifties b-tch pay your dues
i don’t give a f–k money is money
yeah i’m geeked up, but ain’t sh-t funny
’cause n-gg-s don’t f–k with you like you f–k with them
they want the money and the fame minus hustling

i still mob through my city like i’m f–king king kong
what the f–k is y’all on, what the f–k is y’all on
like i don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba b-m b-m
what the f–k is y’all on, what the f–k is y’all on
juicy got the streets talking ’cause a n-gg- still on
still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
what the f–k is y’all on, what the f–k is y’all on
like i don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba b-m b-m

i’mma pull them bazookas out and start cleaning house
kidnapped and missing that’s how we do it in the dirty south
and when i come through you p-ssy n-gg-s gone respect it
and stop crying over these b-tches being eyeball reckless
’cause n-gg-s want to fight over hoes and k!ll themselves
before they do that they trying to k!ll somebody else
these n-gg-s stupid as f–k that’s why i keep my sh-t on me
’cause all these jackers think they gone rob me ain’t gone get a piece
but i’m just laughing at them i’ll grab my mask and get ’em
i’m from the old school, i go by the realest system
if it’s illegal don’t tell no n-gg- your business
’cause you’ll be in your house and them jackers will be in it

i’m smokin’ kush, i’m takin’ breaths
if a opp in my lane, i’m takin’ breaths
he ain’t comin’ right, then we leave him left
being a billionaire, b-tch i see myself
i’m chief sosa, chief keef sosa
give me some lime green, and some pink soda
and a f–king pill, i’m in it for real
tracks i k!ll, i eat ’em like meals
say goodnight, to yo b-tch
she got good brain, she focused
i’m hocus, ’cause i pocus
i’m 300 b-tch you on some ho sh-t
i’m blowin’, reese blowin’
mac blowin’, b-tch we all blowin’
it’s o-end, f–k yo end
lil moe land, we totin’
we make sh-t very scary, something like the beat
you talkin’ a lot of sh-t, don’t you tire me
what up santana? fredo santana
we got on bandanas, guns man handled
aye big woo, let’s h-t a stain b-tch
i’m insane b-tch, i need brain b-tch
bang bang b-tch, i gang bang b-tch
f–k a main b-tch, don’t got no main b-tch
oh my guys just caught a n-gg- lackin’
we got thirty clips of them ratchets
and we gonna let ’em have it
and b-tch we all savage, 300 savage
bullets flyin’ like maggots, and b-tch i’m bout my cabbage
loud and that lean, make a stupid horror scene
300 the team, what the f–k do you mean?
all us pop beans, you lil n-gg-s green beans
like pretty and pink, everyday is halloween

- chief keef

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