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chief keef - where (2) lyrics

[chorus]
where your cash at? where your guns at?
run up in your house like where your moms at?
where the weed at? where the pounds at?
where you keep that? cause i want that
where your bricks at? where your b-tch at?
f-ck her till she tell me where your sh-t at
looking, robbing everything, now where your l1ck at?
talkin’ bout ‘where we at?’ you want your sh-t back?

[verse 1:]
we don’t f-ck with bricks, with your b-tch -ss
come through, shootin’ up your kick back
who told you to party? glo gang didn’t
we shoot your hooptie up and ride off in the bentley
i’m teachin’ lessons boy, with the smith & wesson boy
it’s doin’ damage boy, i’mma squeeze this lemon boy
hit your lemon boy, turn your -ss to lemon boy
fish n-gga, turn your -ss to salmon boy
caught you at the light (skurt!) (du-du-du!) simon boy
never snitch in my life you did? i’m laughin’ boy
i smoke on the big blunt, the aiki boy
you run atlanta, we go to the club with no i.d. boy
ning-ding go: “ping ping ding ding ling ling”, chinese boy
see me through my big screen hd l-a-n-d boy
you ain’t dead yet, but you can be boy
she ain’t give me head yet, she ain’t met me boy
i bought the sprite and turned it filthy boy
i got a nina with a 50 boy
223’s with 100 boy
come through ya block like drumline boy

[hook:]
where your cash at? where your guns at?
run up in your house like ‘where your moms at?’
where the weed at? where the pounds at?
where you keep that? cause i want that
where your bricks at? where your b-tch at?
f-ck her till she tell me where your sh-t at
looking, robbing everything, now where your l1ck at?
talkin’ bout ‘where we at?’ you want your sh-t back?

[verse 2:]
come through shootin’, that’s my squad
they be going hard
hidin’ in the gr-ss
smokin’ wheelchairs like degr-ssi
fine, i’ll let you shop
pull strings no electric guitar
it’s me and glo gang 3000 boy and plenty big bars
b-tch we gang, ain’t none of that squad
tote stainless steel, ain’t nothin that hard
you a stain, we up at your car
it’s at your house, we up at your door
b-tch, etcetera
got my guwap up, and my hammer tucked
flexin’ all up out your chest
p-ssy boy get hecked up though
thought you was about to blow at us
we was already three steps ahead of ya
life was a b-tch and i married her
told her not to be on that scary stuff
n-ggas be on that f-ck sh-t and get their sh-t back
and we at your mouth b-tch, like a tick tack
i’m on that break me off sh-t like a kit kat
and we sn-tchin’ chains and sn-tchin’ wrist wear

[hook:]

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