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letra de chief keef - yungjosh93

[intro]
southwest, we in this b-tch, yeah
ayo, c’mere, y’know?
ayy, d-mn, d-mn, yeah

[chorus]
b-tch, you better shake that ass for the money bag (shake that ass)
you throwin’ ones, n-gga, where the f-ck ya hundreds at? (yeah)
if your pills ain’t paid, stop stuntin’ that (stop stuntin’)
watch me beat the p-ssy up like a punchin’ bag (bl-blatt)

[verse 1]
baby girl, tell your girl i’m a freak (i’m a freak)
my blue suede 12s all fleek (uh, sheesh)
she lied to you, then she kissed you on the cheek (c’mon)
i might take a stripper out the streets (i might)
if you can’t stand the heat, have a seat (have a seat)
gold platted grill on my t–th (i’m smilin’)
n-ggas like to diss, they like to reach (stop)
if that ass fat, i take a bite off the peach
party all night, it make it hard for me to sleep
bad-bad-badass b-tch, she gon’ make me skeet, skeet
n-ggas can’t see me like they got [?]
hoes on my d-ck like my name chief keef (chief keef)
dreads in my head like my name chief keef (chief keef)
smoke a lot of shatter and i like to chief keef (chief keef)
bustin’ at the cops like my name is chief keef (bah, bah)
it’s me, youngy b, don c and cc
[chorus]
b-tch, you better shake that ass for the money bag (shake that ass)
you throwin’ ones, n-gga, where the f-ck ya hundreds at? (yeah)
if your pills ain’t paid, stop stuntin’ that (stop stuntin’)
watch me beat the p-ssy up like a punchin’ bag (bl-blatt)
b-tch, you better shake that ass for the money bag (shake that ass)
you throwin’ ones, n-gga, where the f-ck ya hundreds at? (yeah)
if your pills ain’t paid, stop stuntin’ that (stop stuntin’)
watch me beat the p-ssy up like a punchin’ bag (bl-blatt)

[verse 2]
all my homies, yeah, you know we chase the money bag (money bag)
get tons of cash from the front to back
i’m gettin’ so much money, i don’t wanna brag
i walk, i walk in the mall and get the poppin’ tags
bugatti boyz, i don’t even want the jag’ (skrrt)
i need my money back quick if i front the pack
if you comin’ back, paow, ain’t no comin’ back (yeah)
if you ran off with that pack, we gon’ find your ass
i’ma make my girlfriend get some deep, boy
count on me like one, two, three, four (woo)
she gon’ suck my d-ck on record
she gon’ keep spittin’ like a r-t-rd
i used to settle grandpa from the sunrise
now i’m up, makin’ jams when the sun rise (yeah)
i’m a king, and you other n-ggas fun size
i’ve been f-ckin’ b-tches since a young guy
[chorus]
b-tch, you better shake that ass for the money bag
you throwin’ ones, n-gga, where the f-ck ya hundreds at?
if your pills ain’t paid, stop stuntin’ that (stop stuntin’)
watch me beat the p-ssy up like a punchin’ bag (haha)

[outro]
like a punchin’ bag
huh, chief keef, yeah

- yungjosh93

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