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chief keef - see you later lyrics

[intro]
i can’t trust a soul, i ride with toolie
i swear that is glued to me
in case some f-ck n-gga run up tryna do me
i’ma get to f-cking shooting
i got a glock that b-tch hot, time to trade it
n-ggas really mad cuz i done made it
and i get paper
they can’t get nathin’
cross me, b-tch, see you later

[verse 1]
that n-gga cross me, he gone need god
ride up on 4-6 and heat their block
but they ain’t out there
we don’t ever see them
b-tch, my .45 wanna meet them
but i’m rich, let me t down
cuz i’m t’d up
off reefer
i still feel this flat
but i just popped two xanax
this that xanax music
this that flat music
this that go-and-get-your-gat music
this that get-it-cracking music
this for my white boys that be going hard
f-cking thots like p-rn stars
smoking on that dope
we don’t smoke that f-cking bubble gum or girl scout cookies
b-tch i don’t want no p-ssy, i want top
top me then i’ll leave your car
go back, where the f-ck you came from
you know what my name was, my name is almighty
and i’m hardbodied
i ain’t scared of n0body
my gun don’t fear n0body
let it blow, my gun don’t hear n0body
or see n0body
but it will air somebody
shoot your ear off, buddy
meet my little friend, his name is tommy
i don’t snort c0ke, i don’t do molly
i don’t sniff dope, i don’t do nothing
but smoke trees
i just get high
get high till i d-mn die
n-ggas hating on me, i don’t know why
but you know i got my .45
tadoe got the 4-o
get him off a flat, remy and patron tho
and he at your door
causing commotion
knocking sh-t over and down
blowing down your trees
blowing down your kitchen, blowing down your knees
and he blowing down your feet and your top
i bet to death he will not
where your pounds and your bucks? and your bricks?
where your b-tch?
so i can f-ck her and make her tell me sh-t
why? cuz i got that good d-ck
she sucking on this d-ck
guess what, she loving on this d-ck

- chief keef lyrics

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