Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Voodoo , by - Chief Keef. Release date: 01.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Voodoo |
| I’m with my crew them my loose screws |
| And no we don’t pass no duce duce |
| Got 4 O’s with bout two two |
| At your nose and your to to |
| Smoking on a big blunt of to to |
| When you snooze thats when you loss |
| What you do thats what you knew |
| How you move just like food do |
| I ride down and I hop out |
| Got ambulance and them cops out |
| And cus my mans bought the Glocks out |
| Cus your mans want to talk now |
| I was smoking dope with the pope on my own |
| With them racks in my pocket all that I know |
| Let a fuck nigga try me blow him I quote |
| Can’t come through boy in 'em adios |
| Glock 18 come through wrestling like who do rhino |
| Can’t trust no thot they be done stole all my clothes |
| And I got my pole I like it slow watch I blow |
| He can act like he bout it whole time I know |
| I like Gucci I get coochie |
| I got my .30 imma squeeze it at your tooty |
| I got my toolie and my gooey and my lucy’s |
| My niggas looney they like louis clips like movies |
| I’m with my goonies and we riding spot 'em got 'em |
| All these niggas steady talking bout they savage |
| And all these bitches steady talking bout they love me |
| Got a millennium and a taurus, they look like cousins |
| She gone do my chores if I fuck her |
| But I was always told to never trust her |
| Keep my pole with me and always bust 'em |
| Never know who gone try your ass in public |
| Smoking on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe |
| Buy any means gotta get that dough |
| Now I got my pole tucked |
| Come through making that cold in the summer |
| Fuck niggas know us know I got my north pole bitch Sosa santa |
| Call Johnny Dang up he put ice on a young black nigga, Willy Wonka |
| Thats a T charger or I might get a little? |
| in the tonka |
| And I got my .40 |
| Thats 50 shots up in the clip for all of those who don’t know how I’m rocking |
| You know how I’m rocking cut off stockins |
| Keep kush up in my pocket with my Glock and |
| I done named my choppa Juelz Santana |
| Don’t make me put this choppa to your bandana |
| It’s me and my jewelry I’m anti security |
| Guns hang like whitney and them karate like Bruce Lee |
| Choppin' shit like Jet Li |
| Kickin' ass like Jackie Chan |
| Riding in a Bentley smoking on some Pakistan |
| Ice come from Antartica these niggas on some froggy stuff |
| I’m on my bartender shit 30 shots coming up |
| I swear when I walk in the shit people start walking up |
| Got niggas in Nigeria and they totin' choppas boy |
| Go pick you a casket boy |
| Go buy you a doctor boy |
| Go buy you a choppa boy |
| Go buy you some shottas boy |
| See you we gone shoot you boy you make it hallelujah boy |
| And I ain’t gone do it boy you know how much my shoes little boy |
| Thats right that’s right |
| Got my gun I’m a need a tevlon |
| Almighty god going against these dumb hoes |
| I think I won I’m a need a medal |
| I throw ones that I won |
| Then I run in with my gun |
| I’m a sin with my gun and say amen with my gun |
| I’m going too crazy |
| Pistol on my hip, that’s my new baby |
| This money in my pocket, that’s my boo baby |
| Ice up on my neck dancing voodoo baby |
| So much ice on I caught the flu baby |
| I’m TTU I been cool lately |
| You got plenty True’s them hoes fugazy |
| Cat in the hat doctor Suess baby |