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chief keef – chicago zoo lyrics

[intro]
bang!

[verse]
i got apes in my crib like the chicago zoo
ya’ll sneak a shot in, do what ya’ll gone do
cause once we hear some shots we blow an uzi with the 2’s
fat -ss .223 chopper, his kufi was shooting
was in my backyard, a long beach just like snoop
i can’t count all this money, 3-2-3, 2-3-2
i was selling snails while you niggas was in school
say hello to my little friend, he gone reply what it do
i got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose
hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool
i got giraffes and elephants, you know what’s in my room
i got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool
i got 30 shots in my trap like i’m on the block
my trap on their heels, jack and jill get knocked
down to the ground, niggas stumblin’ a lot
got my chopper in the jungle, they be rumblin’ a lot
when you play my shit they start a riot
start a fight, we start a fire
nina don’t remember clownin, hop in my audi, i’m outie
spendin’ money like a saudi
in the valley out in cali
no la fitness, make you lose weight, b-tch bali
on my d-ck, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress
on my d-ck stay gettin’ it, you will think i k!lled it
call me weezy baby, car ain’t got no ceilings
the ar-15 start dancin’ cause ya’ll got no bang
i’m coolin’ in the water with the stingrays and sharks
you think you are tequila these the shots on the rocks
rollin in that nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop
bad b-tch head high, now i’m gettin’ neck top
run up in your party b-tch, we rockin’ it
police can’t come through the door, cause i’m lockin’ it
unless they got a warrant, they just talkin’ shit
fed house still doors why ya’ll talk this shit?
you tryna catch a nigga slippin’
crusin’ in a rental
make your b-tch forget her business
like amnesia was the issue
b-tch don’t look at me when you sneeze
cause i probably ain’t got the tissue
nigga lookin’ at me like it’s sweet
like i ain’t got the pistol
i do this b-tch like the swat, nigga clear the spot
you don’t hear the shots, you need a cotton swab
when the doctor bring your b-tch-ss back
we come through pop his -ss
start runnin’ from the cops
crossover, rocked his -ss
i’m coolin’ in the 60’s up in slauson
and a broker in new york cause i’m a baller
this ho gave me her number like i’m gone call her
she was standin’ up high but now she’s fallin’
i see you lookin’ with your lookin’ -ss nigga
you can’t act like you ain’t hate, you mad nigga
you’se a ratatouille, you’se a rat nigga
i get blue cheese, i’m a black nigga
i hit saks and fucked up a sack
came out lookin’ cool
when i say okay kool-aid it really mean okay cool
i know you smell me
i’m bringing like, i’m ridin’ round with food
it’s that loud pack, where the dog at? i got snoop
you can see the aftermath man, not done bustin’ tools
nigga, you’se a bunny rabbit, slim shady, what it do?
my money superstitious see it comin’ out the room
while they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes

- chief keef lyrics

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