| 5:49 in the AM
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| Birds chirpin', neck on swim
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| Cut a nigga up like the shrimp
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| My brother in the back, he got the gat on him
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| Free T-Slick, that’s my rappy
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| Take off my Louis belt, spank it like it’s Pappy
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| No you ain’t gotta ask me, ayy
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| I knew I was real when my mama had me, ayy (Hey Mom)
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| Lil' baby nasty
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| See her in the club, you would think she classy (Yeah)
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| She like my neck piece
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| Trip a lil' ass girl the fetty, ayy
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| I’m gettin' fetty (Goddamn)
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| Oh you like beef? |
| Let’s make 'paghetti, ayy
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| She wanna neck me
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| She say she think I’m lil' sexy, ayy
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| Call my bestie (Hello?)
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| Get a friend to come and get me, ayy (I'm on the way)
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| Got the semi (Grah)
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| Like my brother, he comin' with me, ayy
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| I ain’t friendly (Nah)
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| But I’ll fuck with you if you fuck with me, ayy
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| She tried to kiss me
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| She a serial killer, she tried to get me, ayy
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| My chain too heavy (Nah)
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| Let me rest my neck, now I’m ready, ayy (Hey ma)
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| Bitches petty
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| Gucci by the jacket like Spinelli, ayy
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| She think I’m edgy
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| Two-three etchin', Ed, Edd, and Eddy, ayy
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| You really smoke reggie
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| Bought a watch and could’ve bought a Bentely
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| Don’t come near me
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| With all that fu' shit, could you spare me?
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| Delta E boomin' in the mountains
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| Bitch I’m with Verizon, can you hear me?
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| Windows tinted, I still see it clearly, ayy
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| Know I wouldn’t like for you to fear me, ayy
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| I don’t need you to fear me, just to feel me
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| No you won’t see me but you’ll hear me, ayy
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| Birds still chirpin', foe’nem still servin'
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| Police still lurkin', shawty want a Birkin
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| I still murk it, you probably still a virgin
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| The life I live make you nervous
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| Spurned you, still goin', clock still tickin'
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| Give a nigga a two piece, spicy with a biscuit
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| I just count one two, three four pin-less
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| Bitches blowin' kisses, how can I fix this?
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| BM told me drop dead
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| S-600 over the drop head
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| Hit your bitch up, yeah I did it, I did
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| Yeah I’m bipolar, I ain’t takin' my meds
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| Probation officer tryna check in my bed
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| Blood on the money, damn the check is all red
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| Tell IG to make my verification all red
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| Folks come out the cut, he feel like tapin' off heads
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| Smoke too much dope, won’t forget what I did
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| BM changed her number, I can’t FaceTime my kid
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| Did I hear? |
| Couldn’t barely, let me clean out my ears
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| She wanna give me top, while I’m behind the wheel
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| Late night, Jerry Seinfeld, ayy
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| So I picked her up, her first words were, «How you feel?»
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| Baby I feel like a couple million
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| Baby look like Barbie how she throw it off a sip, ayy
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| Had to get the city off the shelf (Goddamn)
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| Nah this ain’t no cigar nigga, but you gon' hold this L
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| Get to sprayin' S-H-E-L-L's, ayy
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| Clean him up, we don’t leave a trail
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| Hah, the old hood is the pail
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| You know I got that intel like a Dell, ayy
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| Chopper sing, Adele
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| We go home and splash him like a whale
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| Pull up, pull off
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| Faster than a coat go flat, yeah (Drip)
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| I just get some on me, no gat, ayy
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| Niggas hoes, we all know that, ayy
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| We took your pack and sold your pack
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| Waitin' on valet to bring the four door back, ayy, yeah
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| The old me would’ve stole your whip, ayy
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| I’m gettin' ching now, I won’t go back, ayy (Goddamn) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bestie, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Back From The Dead 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп