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chief keef - bouncin lyrics

big rubber bands, i be poppin’
i up this f–king pistol then i c-ck it, i pop it
i talk all this sh-t ’cause i’m bout it
you want beef? i got criscos, we can get it poppin’
call me bag-head milonakis
all i get is bags, all i get is money
smoking big backwoods of that funky
i pull up, get that money then i’m bouncin’

i pull up hop out, i don’t pop out
i got the cops out, it’s hot out, i got glocks out
i up this forty mayweather, it’s a d-mn knock out
i ain’t make it in school, chief so was a drop out
something something something, i forgot now
i was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
i’m sosa ray charles, you can still get knocked down
it’s a parade here, all you see is glock sh-lls
i dress myself, b-tch i don’t need a stylist
i got my pistol just in case the violence
i think my chopper g-y, i pulled him out the closet
i call my chopper ye’ ’cause he half went to college
i call my desert eagle “desert storm “cause we be warrin’
i think my mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
like kobe, shaq, d.rose and butler, we be ballin’
if you talking bout some millions, we be on it ay

i pull up, get that check then i’m in to win
i got two glock forties, them be twenty twins
don’t wanna f–k your b-tch, she got a sh-tty wig
shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
b-tch came to my crib, you know she eatin’ this
she can’t have her phone, hoes be leaking sh-t
i’m an anti–ss n-gg-, i don’t speak for sh-t
chief so got over totin’ llamas
i got a hk caliber, da forty
i wasn’t good in science but i knew my numbers
i’m ballin’, ring ring, tell your b-tch stop callin’

- chief keef lyrics

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