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F****d Up (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)
Chief Keef
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****ers in school telling me, always in the barber shop "Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that My boy a BD on ****ing Lamron and them He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work Shut the **** up! Y'all niggas ain't know shit! All you mother****ers talk about... “Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake” Shut the **** up! Y'all don't be with that nigga! Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet Shootin' at the police and shit Nigga been on probation since, ****ing, I don't know when! Mother****er, stop ****ing playing him like that Them niggas savages out there! If I catch another mother****er talking sweet about Chief Keef I'm ****ing beating their ass! I'm not ****ing playing no more! Y'know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them (Young Chop on the beat) Love sosa, b*****s love sosa, huh? Raris and rovers, ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy Bang, bang, ayy, got us some rovers [Chorus] These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end ****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****ed over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy [Verse 1] These b*****s love Sosa and they love them Glo' Boys Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy No, I don't know ol' boy, I know he's a broke boy Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord I gets lots of commas, I can **** yo mama I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns These b*****s see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored [Chorus] These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end ****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****ed over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy [Verse 2] Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get ****ed over B***h, I done sell soda and I done sell coca She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa Tadoe off the m***y water, so niggas be cool like water 'Fore you get hit with this lava, b***h, I'm the trending topic Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B and your b***h steady jockin' me [Chorus] These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end ****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****ed over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy
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