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lirik lagu trojan – chief keef

[intro: tadoe]
bands all fill my pockets, b*tch i’m stuck in my glory
copped a porsche cayenne and then i stuck it on forges
sipping all this drink like we just got it imported
smoking on your rent and b*tch i’m sipping your mortgage

[verse 1 : chief keef]
what it is
don’t play with me, play with your kids (aye)
accelerate, my sh*t wiggle like a little fish
let em hate, stop acting like a little b*tch (aye)
the sh*t we tote play longer tape on datpiff

[verse 2: tadoe]
sosa, n*ggas hoes, give em ass shots
in the field posted on the bad block (aye)
in the spot, we got mad glocks (aye)
n*ggas softer than a mascot (aye)

[verse 3: chief keef]
hit the lean than i snoozed off (aye)
red beam your nose, call you rudolph (aye)
don’t make us push your cushion, you’re too soft (aye)
your b*tch got up on my stage and got boo’d off

[verse 4: tadoe]
you know you ain’t trapping hard as me lil n*gga (aye)
you know i am who you wanna be lil n*gga (aye)
i’m rolling hard up with my t**th lil n*gga
dirty*thirty clean sh*t up like beach lil n*gga
[chorus: chief keef]
n*ggas out here faking (aye)
and i just want the cake b*tch and
my daughter want a bracelet (aye) so i just got to face it (aye)
roll up a blunt and then i don’t eat
that is for the moment
for the money, i’ll postpone it
we warriors, no trojan

[verse 5: tadoe & chief keef]
my ice like police, it’ll freeze a n*gga
got me cole like keisha, n*gga
now i’m colder than a pizza n*gga
fresher than a kid on easter n*gga
my b*tch be mad i can’t reach her n*gga
with a b*tch more yellow than lisa n*gga
in the trap lil boy i’m your teacher
then smoke a pound for no reason
starring like she ain’t never seen a star
700 horse, you ever seen this car
f*ck a’s and b’s, we wanted a’s and r’s
never let a ride hoe paper dawg
grand hustle, we on our paper trail
in lower kane leaving tire trails
please don’t make us start burning sh*t cause we love how that fire smells
[verse 6: tadoe]
glory boys they up to something
you already know we bumming
checks keep coming, steady thumbing
my n*ggas ain’t for nothing

[verse 7: chief keef]:
tripping over designer, im so clumsy
going off the wall like humpty dumpty
they tryna give me life they gotta chase me
if you want me to show up you gotta pay me
remember when i couldn’t even afford a tracy
now every f*cking blunt be a tray, see
put the glock in the middle your eyes and your mcgrady
and after you go through them you gotta face me

[chorus: chief keef]
n*ggas out here faking
and i just want the cake b*tch and
my daughter want a bracelet (aye) so i just got to face it (aye)
roll up a blunt and then i don’t eat
that is for the moment
for the money i’ll postpone it
we warriors, no trojan (aye)

- chief keef

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