Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dismiss, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 13.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dismiss |
| Sat his ass down in my office then dismissed him\nHe say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister\nShe think cause I’ma Leo that I’ma kiss her\nTold the bitch kiss my dick then I had to dismiss her\nBoy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper\nWanna get yo sister rolled up, she thought I was a physical\nSosa why you always shitting, I’m official, it’s the tissue\nCall the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her\nBitch say she gotta issue and she think that I’ma listen\nMy wrist look like I’m whipping in the kitchen with the chickens\nPut the pounds in the trap back and Olinda do the dishes\nI got straight hot shit, a nigga come up in the kitchen\nMy sister gonna be a lawyer so her ass gone go to college\nJust in case I get in trouble, run into some fucking problems\nRiding in the passenger seat is a rocket launcher\nI’ma serve a nigga up, Benihana right in front\nI’m cooling, counting money, getting top, smoking Aiki\nI pull up, get the money yeah bitch more than likely\nThe bitch hit me say she got her friends and they dikey\nI’m like a new toy, these hoes wanna try me\nPull up, riding fast now I’m riding from the Aiki\nAlways talkin' 'bout pull up cause I pull up daily\nCome get yo bitch, come get yo sister cause they hot like Sosa\nI’ma take this shit back bitch call me Sosa Baby\nWhat’s up in the chopper, bitch it’s Jojo and K-Ci\nCause it sing like an opera, 20 shots leave me 8\nSince I got these bitches, I swear I be going crazy\nBitch I’m grown as fuck I act like I was born in the 80s\nI got shooters in LA, I got some up in the Little Haiti\nWe got choppers like Nigeria, choppers like Jamaica\nI’m a dread shaker, you’d think Sosa from Jamaica\nLet me roll up this tooka cause I been tripping lately\nSent some niggas down yo chimney like Santa Claus with gifts\nWhen it comes to the chopper bitch all about the gift\nLight shit up like Christmas, what the fuck is on yo wishlist\nGloing be the money, downfall be the bitches\nI’ma crazy, fuck with Buddha, you a Jew that’s religion\nBelmains when I’m on some baller shit, I’m true to my religion\nNigga explaining the story he say that bitch ain’t try to kiss me\nI’m like that bitch did kiss you, why the fuck you got the hickey\nI’m counting on the fetty and I’m smoking on the pissy\nHave my i8 sports car fucking on yo henny\nSmoking Christmas trees, bitch had thought it was a fucking 5th\nI’m doing 12 o’clock on Benji’s if I’m slidin' up to Philly\nYou ain’t know her, man she is a stunt 4-wheeler\nHop out my car look how I’m stunting on a nigga\nI’m count this money, can’t be counting no niggas\nLook at all this money, you just pouting lil nigga |