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chief keef - hurry b4 the gate close lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, gang

[verse 1]
they like “so’ what shoes them is?”, ion know
shoot his ass down j. cole, it’s fn it’s a draco
naw, it’s a ar with 8+0
at the roundtable bout’ to mega+toast
with the bread we can make toast
“so’ what ya eat?” b+tch i ate toast
we got toast, we got bank roll
she don’t wanna f+ck me, she can say “no”
said i ain’t ask her how her day go
if she a sh+tty b+tch, ima a+hole
i was on the block like a lego
f+ck n+gga still doin’ the same+o
n+ggas hatin’ feel like i’m maino
and i’m in a srt truck, the trackie, not durango

[chorus]
ice on my wrist no bingo, all these chains i’m django
think i sipped too much lean last night, woke up with a hangover
you don’t speak my lingo, i got a gift and it’s a hollow
send ya ass up to heaven, hurry up bеfore the gate closе

[verse 2]
whip creams we skate them, pull up on you in the am
pull up on you in the pm, hope you ain’t with your bm
trulla, trulla n+gga tm, shaking bd up with the fetty boys
coolin’ with some ready girls, i think we some ready boys
it’s a lotta “chief keef bds”, i’m cool but i ain’t off cbd
had to get away from cpd, i don’t wanna see no more ebt
we was sliding on ebt, with the drac no pnd
too turnt, n+gga tnt
put a million dollars in a pnc
can’t wait to pick up another 3 this week
backyard man i see a creek
30 cameras so i can see a creep
they everywhere, i can see you sneak
poppin’ e’s cause i’m illy, what you gone get is the real me
sky left if i fell asleep, say she love my melody
b+tch, i’m great like kellogg
we got magazines; catalogs
i got so much ice on, i get 3 million collateral
make us send sh+lls, to fly past ya that’s the point across
the b+tch ate my weaner, weaner just like a corndog
she asked me do i watch p+rn? “no”
told the b+tch “i am a p+rno”, 2 v. 1 like a combat
say her friend finna come and join though
a pig the only thing that oink though
i got old cake but it’s moist though
i got n+ggas still up in the joint though
who i sip lean and smoke a joint for
i got n+ggas up in the grave through
who i make cake and spend cake for
if ya lowkey n+gga lay low
if you’re high key everybody know
you in the same places everybody go
shoot the block up where everybody go
that ain’t yo’ hoe, that’s everybody hoe
how that p+ssy is? everybody know

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