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Chief Keef
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Ticket
These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't get em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
Walking through the mall, and I'm smelling like dope Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em' I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black gucci's; Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got a ticket Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning Man I swear these bitches out here trippin' If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my dickies (Lets get it)
These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't get em' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit Bitch my pockets on deep dish You don't hustle, you don't eat shit Ride pass you like I don't see shit I let it seek me, ion seek it
These niggas ain't official (nah!) Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!) Dope all in the spine (dope!) Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't get em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep) These here are official Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
Gucci! Louis! BANG
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