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chief keef & fredo santana - groovin lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
sosa baby
gbe baby
catch up, catch up
glory boyz, savage sqaud sh+t

[chorus: fredo santana & chief keef]
b+tch, i’m coolin’ in the trap, b+tch, i’m groovin’ (what, trap, trap)
everywhere i go, i got shooters (got shooters)
fredo, chief sosa, we keep rugers (what)
have your b+tch in the studio and do us (b+tch, b+tch)
b+tch, you know i’m smokin’ on fat blunts like i got fat lungs (dope)
usda approved, get the beef stamped on (stamped on, yeah)
god introduced the money, that was something to camp on (camp on, beep, beep, beep)
and we keep more tools than a pamp boys (bang, bang)

[verse 1: fredo santana]
sosa, i ain’t on no cool, layback sh+t
catch an opp in public and shoot him up in traffic
i’ma f+ckin’ dog, you can ask my last b+tch
i don’t wife no hoe, like a football i just pass it
i keep me a glock and you know i’ma blast it
me and sosa spin your block, it’s a f+ckin’ classic
late night at your crib, it’s a f+ckin’ stakeout
put that chopper to your face, what the f+ck you gotta say now?
[verse 2: chief keef]
fredo, lately i been in my bag, cuz
waste him, we takin’ n+ggas out like trash, cuz
dirty monеy, keep a n+gga cleaner than a pastor
you know we, bеfore christmas get wrapped up
rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me
your b+tch very nasty, don’t think you can past me
runnin’ to a fasty, s55 classy
judge tryna trash me, no one really has me

- chief keef fredo santana lyrics

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