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chief keef - blocka lyrics

[intro]
franklin and chop
can’t trust every face b-tch i gotta watch
that’s why i need ben franklin and chop

[hook]
i can’t trust every face b-tch i gotta watch
that’s why i need ben franklin and chop
driving, we gon’ swerve to the top
got plenty glocks, fns and chops
gun go blocka
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
who talking about almighty sosa?
bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
bang bang
who talking about almighty so?
who talking about almighty so?

[verse 1]
pull up flexing on everybody i see
everybody wanna be like keef
everybody don’t like keef
but won’t n0body try keef
like hookah, smoking tooka
you smoking fufu, call it g
b-tch, i ain’t no f-cking mubu
i’ll leave you tutu
guns go blocka
sosa a crazy mothaf-cka
choppa
glocks, fns, and macs, we going to an opera
round, shooting n-ggas down
where my f-ckin crown?
b-tch, i’m king glo
tryna copy my style, no kinkos
i’ma lion from the wild, you a fish, finding nemo
acting like sub zero, gon’ leave his -ss defroze
i’m flexing, n-ggas p-ssed
i see you walking, got a pistol
shoot it at me, you know i’m down
n-gga n-gga
i can f-ck your sister and your mama, lil n-gga
you don’t want no drama, lil n-gga
bullets flying like compton, lil n-gga
choppas go brrocka brrocka, lil n-gga
block guns go bang bang and ping ping
30 shots in this ning ding
got a 50 and a 40, lil shorty
you ain’t got more money than my shorties
i gave some money to my shorties
they gon’ come and k!ll your -ss for me
blah, blah, scah
p-ssy n-gga, i need an oscar
i need a grammy for my grandmama
flexing on every woman, everybody, let ’em know
i mean, act like they ain’t know
sosa was gonna blow, making big dough
now i’m with interscope
jimmy iovine, f-ck with me though
chris, f-ck with me though
tadoe, that’s my cousin though
you know how i’m rockin though
pistols get to popping, hoe
you tell me you love me, stop it hoe
tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe
i’ma shoot you right there in your throat
put this d-ck down your throat
see your lil dumb-ss home
you a thot but you thought i was wrong
wanna glo? just be like chief keef, ‘lieve me
who these n-ggas? i don’t know these peewees
b-tch, i’m rockin herman’s peewee
gold, my necklace look like peepee

[hook]
can’t trust every face b-tch i gotta watch
that’s why i need ben franklin and chop
driving, we gon’ swerve to the top
got plenty glocks, fns and chops
gun go blocka
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
who talking about almighty sosa?
bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
bang bang
who talking about almighty so?
who talking about almighty so?

- chief keef lyrics

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