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chief keef - vet lungs lyrics

glocks tucked man i up
i up them at a judge
w-ssup with all these f–k n-gg-s?
i’m sorry for the weight i couldn’t help
i was always smoking on the skunk
bad b-tch in my truck she tryna f–k
my necklace it be shining to my junk
i be smokin’ dope baby i got vet lungs

blood gang, blood dripping over here
you want problems, you can get it over here
you don’t listen, better listen over here
if you don’t, i bring them pistols over there
i come through and put the pistol to your ear
i come through, i put the pistol to your rib
i was getting money i was taking it as gifts
i’m still getting money i’m still getting it how i live
my wrist real, real chill, i chill
i ain’t never cold b-tch i feel how i feel
i got 10 fans on and i live how i live
i’ma plan to keep growin’ and i peel how i peel

sorry for the w-e-i-g-h-t
b-tch i know it’s w-a-i-t, ight b?
aye i come through mr.t
white tee and bright things
ain’t got no cuban links, i got on a breitling
we know drama tnt, hercules, disney
we got cannons, nicki, nickelodeon, jimmy
i got that cartoon network, and that net work wg
if you looking for me, i’m with money and me
me and you we got money disagreements
can’t come to no conclusions
cause your money ain’t worth me yet
if i upload a status i don’t need no feedback
i don’t give a mothaf–k who f–kin’ we at

- chief keef lyrics

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