chief keef & riff raff - cuz my gear lyrics
[intro: chief keef]
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
bang, bang, bang, bang
[hook: chief keef]
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car)
[verse 1: riff raff]
hah, holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist (wrist)
diamonds dancin’ on my fist look like a blank disc (blank)
teriyaki suit with the lemon phantom (chyeah)
heavy weight, heartburn; mylanta (yah)
adversaries call me on my blackberry (blackberry)
now i’m in the laundry met; darryl strawberry (wash, wash)
on my cell phone, now i’m on my iphone
she thought it was a cat phone
now i’m on my bat phone (on my bat phone)
hangin’ fangs down like a vampire (twilight!)
sapphires dancin’ on my hand like a campfire (dancin’)
camp counselor, livin’ in the lap of lux’ (lux’)
double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux (penguin tux)
[hook: chief keef]
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car, for my call)
[verse 2: chief keef]
that b-tch want me ’cause she know i keep it real (3hunna)
say she don’t like a n-gga that’s gon’ squeal (nah, nah)
well listen baby, i’ma keep it real (3hunna, 3hunna)
hope you know you ain’t got sh-t coming here (nah, nah)
blowed a blunt of kush in the air (smoke, smoke)
and i won’t feed you lies to your ears (at all, at all)
cause n-ggas better calm down before they hear (bang, bang)
a lot of gun sounds in the air (bang bang, bang bang)
i won’t wife her keep it pimpin’ over here
gucci shirts, we ain’t simple over here (gucci, gucci)
f-ck n-gga mad cause his b-tch jockin’ (jockin’, jockin’)
and i be flexin’ up the maseratis (flex, flex)
[hook: chief keef]
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
she just really jock me ’cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
she just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
she just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch)
she just really like me for my car (for my car)
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