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chief keef - tv on (big boss) lyrics

[intro]
it’s a cb beat b-tch
boss, ayy

[chorus]
long live the big boss (fredo!)
put you on a big cross
i’m a f-ckin’ big dog
new scope, get picked off
my plug love me
he know i get it all
50 in the gl!cky
you can come get it all
a b-tch face in a n-gga draws
i’m the n-gga your b-tch be calling
b-tch, i’m higher than cheech and chong
cops behind us, keep it calm
b-tch, don’t bother me, leave me alone
you don’t need to know what street we on
b-tch, put yo 3ds on
ice movie like the tv on

[verse 1]
you got the ammo?
you want the anna?
better be a cheetah
better be a panther
we in the spotty
watchin’ the cameras
flew a b-tch to la, from atlanta
you n-ggas funny
y’all should do stand up
that heat in hand, turn your sh-t to winter
bankroll all up on my mantle
chef here, wonder what’s for dinner?
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
two doors up
told the clerk you ain’t done
b-tch it’s two more of us
i just lost my f-ckin’ cousin
ain’t no tellin’ how i get it
don’t be f-ckin’ with my mulah
we’ll air ya bout this sh-t

[chorus]
long live the big boss
put you on a big cross
i’m a f-ckin’ big dog
new scope, get picked off
my plug love me
he know i get it all
50 in the gl!cky
you can come get it all
a b-tch face in a n-gga draws
i’m the n-gga your b-tch be calling
b-tch, i’m higher than cheech and chong
cops behind us, keep it calm
b-tch, don’t bother me, leave me alone
you don’t need to know what street we on
b-tch, put yo 3ds on
ice movie like the tv on

[verse 2]
chief sosa up in the cut
feds asking bout me, don’t give me up
dopey dopey it get me rushed
n-gga say he gon’ get me touched
used to tell n-ggas, “pick me up”
used to tell b-tches, “look me up”
used to ride around semi’d up
behind my foreign there’s a semi truck
me and [?] got semis in it, foe ‘nem go dummy in it
you can’t fit in the whip, b-tch i’m actin’ funny in it
drank put my tummy in it, dope smokes got a onion in it
b-tches showin’ they f-ckin’ t-tties
let’s make a toast, we f-ckin’, did it
glory boys, b-tch that’s the movement
six cars and seven toolies
real smooth, that’s how we movin’
go [?], yeah that a [?]
i just f-cked a b-tch named miranda, too
and i f-cked in my yeezys, too
and i’m stackin’ this sh-t up
and i put that on jesus, too

- chief keef lyrics

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