| 'Member when my teacher told me I wasn’t gon be shit
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| Now I can freak her, freak my teacher
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| 'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got the racks
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| And I got dem guns dem, bitches gratata click-clack nigga, brat brat brat
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| Never tell me what the fuck I can’t be
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| Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
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| Girl, that’s red bottoms, niggas babies
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| Ima grown boy, boy you a baby
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| Even though I’m a baby
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| I get cakey, daily
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| Gotta gun and that’s off safety
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| Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
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| Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn’t take it
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| What’s the situation is the situation paper
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| If it is shakeup, Ima earthquake up
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| Cooling with paper, ballin' is my major
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| Shit who wants some top, wait up baby I’ll take that
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| Pull up on the motherfucking label, «where my cake at?»
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| 'Fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it
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| Fuck Rehab, I get high for Bob Marley
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| 007, bitch the skies falling
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| Bought me some rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s
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| Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guap shorty
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| Put it on cause, bitch I’m a hot shorty
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| Ima burn ya ass, on the spot shawty
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| Bananas in the summer
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| Chinchillas in the winter
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| Heard you was mad about your thot, nigga get her
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| Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn’t
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| That’s why my mansion 2 million, niggas bigger
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| Never tell me what the fuck I can’t be
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| Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
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| Girl, that’s red bottoms, niggas babies
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| Ima grown boy, boy you a baby
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| Even though I’m a baby
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| I get cakey, daily
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| Gotta gun and that’s off safety
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| Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
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| Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn’t take it
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| Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low
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| From Chiraq I been spotting on the low
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| I know everything before the thot did know
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| I pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco
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| I am rich now, 'member when I was in the field
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| Running around the block, while niggas getting killed
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| Niggas sending shots, we gon send them back
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| Baby, I’m the driver, I ain’t in the back
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| Pull up in a foreign, they like «who is that?»
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| On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack
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| Pull off and I’m touring all the hoodlums man
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| Bitch, I’m Yung Joc, I’ll do ya bad
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| Cool kid on the gun and it will cool ya ass
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| Do this rap shit for fun, let it fool ya ass
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| Fredo coming out the cut, he gon do ya ass
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| Tadoe slow ass, he shot him more times |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Letter , by - Chief Keef. Song from the album Mansion Musick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп