lirik lagu fuck nigga – chief keef
[intro]
f-ck boy, bumbaclot boy
say one thing then we gon’ be on your block boy
got a lot boy, thats’ that glock boy
f-ck boy, toting some glock boy
[hook]
i’m smoking strong -ss pack and sh-t
my n-ggas come through wacking sh-t
bad b-tches rub my back and sh-t
like the police, they always ask me sh-t
i be adding sh-t, subtracting sh-t
lately, i been on some relaxing sh-t
i bet motherf-ckers wanna know how big my mansion is
let me tell a f-ck n-gga just glance at it
[verse 1]
f-ck boy, bumbaclot boy
say one thing we gon’ be on your block boy
we them glo gang hotboys
come through k!llin sh-t and they can’t stop us
so run your block up
i’m coming through with all nine, glocks and choppers
and ain’t n0body getting locked up
we ain’t snitching and you n-ggas not us
sending sh-t like mailmans
ten n-ggas in one little caravan
a lot of tools and a couple of handy men
come through bustin’ at you, better duck when you hear the man
i’m glo’d up like a candle, man
and my chain carry no diamonds, that little man
and i bet your b-tch a happy camper, man
she give brain like she got a happy temperament
to f-ck boys i am casper
they say what’s up and i look past ’em
i got a ak with a dagger
and i’ma shoot your -ss up then i’ma stab you up
almighty spectacular
in the stu late night, buying beats like i’m dracula
let a n-gga act like he tryna fight me, then imma light him up
remember when i used to ain’t have sh-t, now i got the finest stuff
[hook]
i’m smoking strong -ss pack and sh-t
my n-ggas come through wacking sh-t
bad b-tches rub my back and sh-t
like the police, they always ask me sh-t
i be adding sh-t, subtracting sh-t
lately, i been on some relaxing sh-t
i bet motherf-ckers wanna know how big my mansion is
let me tell a f-ck n-gga just glance at it
[verse 2]
i’m winning, no pretending
windows tinted, none of my cars rented
i could spend it, so i can spend it
smoking tooka when i’m reminiscing
pull up on your block like skrr
f-ck n-ggas gon’ freeze up like deer
i like lean, i don’t want no beer
i’m eighteem, i don’t want no beer
six thots, wifey, and one me
glock 18, ain’t need to be dumb with me
try to come up in here, turn your -ss to lunch beef
lotta fire what you gonna see
i still like my b-tch conceited
still 300 o’block ’til i’m bleeding
we still in the streets k!lling oppositions
i’m cooling in the stu, tryna make me a billion
throw your set up, throw your gats up
throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up
throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up
i got a small circle, i done lessed up
but i got shooters in miami
got shooters in los angeles
got shooters in alabama
shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras
[hook]
i’m smoking strong -ss pack and sh-t
my n-ggas come through wacking sh-t
bad b-tches rub my back and sh-t
like the police, they always ask me sh-t
i be adding sh-t, subtracting sh-t
lately, i been on some relaxing sh-t
i bet motherf-ckers wanna know how big my mansion is
let me tell a f-ck n-gga just glance at it
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