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chief keef - own lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i got my own, i bought my own
pull up and i’m gone, got here on my own
smoke dope on my own, tote a gun on my own
let it blow on my own, get money my mode
my motherf+ckin’ motto, i tote semi+autos
call me sosa rambo, i’m a motherf+ckin’ [?]
you a motherf+ckin’ racoon, jackson samuel
pop a n+gga like a pimple ’cause money on my mental

[verse]
you say you a shooter man, well, who you shootin’ at?
what i tote is a ruger, man, and i’m down to do ya bad
i be smokin’ on tooka pack, i be countin’ on stupid stacks
call me, “who is that?”, you thought i ain’t nothin’ to do with that
i done got my tooka wet, call up the tooka pack
n+ggas flexin’, who is that? i thought you was more smooth than that
can’t flex on my flex, i’m flexin’ better than [?]
what i’m doin’? gettin’ cheddar, at the mall spendin’ cheddar
what i tote? a beretta, put holes in your leather
i’m the nutty professor, she say my nut so special
i be ridin’ in lambo, top back, f+ck a lay low
louis, no mcm, hoe, and it’s full of ammo
[chorus]
i got my own, i bought my own
pull up and i’m gone, got here on my own
smoke dope on my own, tote a gun on my own
let it blow on my own, get money my mode
my motherf+ckin’ motto, i tote semi+autos
call me sosa rambo, i’m a motherf+ckin’ [?]
you a motherf+ckin’ racoon, jackson samuel
pop a n+gga like a pimple ’cause money on my mental

- chief keef lyrics

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