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chief keef - off with his head lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
smokin’ on this tooka
plottin’ on a million
got alotta children
these n-ggas my children
tryna smoke some tooka
this sh-t it might k!ll you
tryna get some money
my n-gga i feel you

[verse 2: chief keef]
coolin with the glo
that’s my la’familia
for my family i’ll k!ll ya
at the red light drill ya
pull up on you slow
ride off like a steeler
i think i’m from pittsburgh
b-tch i got my steel up
‘member being a stealer
your car could get peeled up
baby i heard your car on e
f-ck with me, it get filled up
when i look in the mirror
i see a young black n-gga
that made it out the south side where the f-cking drills was
ridin’ with my toolie
and i’m down to drill ya
waste your -ss, spill ya
flintstones, fred and wilma
she gon give me coochie
until my f-cking deal up
it can go down anytime but i’m still up

[outro: chief keef]
n-ggas at your freaking head
cl1ck clack, runnin’ scared
i’mma run these mother-f-cking people just like diddy did
get my alcohol, weed, and my business is
savage just like bean’s, thats who beanie sigel is
at them poles he shoot
like i play for heat and sh-t
pistol beatin’ sh-t
you don’t know what a pistol beatin’ is
ridin’ round town praying to god with the sig
smoke a n-gga like a cig
bang! off with his head
aye!

- chief keef lyrics

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