Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's More, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Bang 3, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FilmOn
Song language: English
It's More |
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit |
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit |
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick |
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit |
But there’s more to this shit, girl it’s more to this shit |
Girl it’s more to this shit Baby |
It’s more to this shit |
All I see green, green, nothing in between |
No brown, no white, all I see green |
All I see green, love broccoli I eat beans |
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves |
Aye I roll off with that gwap, like «Beep Beep» |
You don’t got it like me but yo bitch like Chief Keef |
She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats |
I know I was driving but I was running up the streets |
I walked up in the club, they don’t need to see my ID |
I ain’t got no patience, don’t need to see my IV |
I picked up some paper tryna see where that’s gon' lead |
I walked up out the office with a check on 1, 2, 3, 3 |
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit |
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit |
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick |
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit |
But there’s more to this shit, girl it’s more to this shit |
Girl it’s more to this shit Baby |
It’s more to this shit |
I see blue, blue, no I don’t see you |
All I see is blue, is that Blue’s clues? |
If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head |
Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents |
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket |
I know I’m so icy I got my rocket |
I gave my tech to ya’ll, you know I T-Mac'd it |
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic |
Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen |
Spraying shit like Mousse, Rudolph where you going? |
I’m the king, I’m Mufasa with some wings |
I want some Wokcano, I don’t want chicken wings |
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit |
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit |
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick |
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit |
But there’s more to this shit, girl it’s more to this shit |
Girl it’s more to this shit Baby |
It’s more to this shit |