doowop (gbe) - my woes lyrics
[intro: chief keef]
sosa baby, gbe baby
that boy c-ss
suitcase with mac in it, bag with some racks in it
put the two-door up, now im back in it
got your b-tch back-bendin
she gon put her back in it
engine in the back business
now i live by cactus’s
[chorus: chief keef]
running through the street, me and my woes
can’t do anything to stop me and my folks
got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
i live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
[verse 1: doowop]
n-gg-s know me in the streets
n-gg-s know i pop heat
dont believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet
gettin miked in miami, ridin on the jetskis
they gon bleed for the sharks fore i let em catch me
[verse 2: chief keef]
in this fendi lookin like fool
shining yellow like jewels
pouring up that dirty tec
speeding made a f-ckin mess
treat her more love her less
[?] it game of f-ckin catch
these balmains got a little stretch, pockets got a bunch of cash
im floatin like aladdin, running it up like amen
hit the stores cashing, cause i like high fashion
just bought a new bag and it can fit a mac-10
you run out of time on this bomb we start blastin
[refrain: chief keef & ballout]
(case, mac) running through the street, me and my woes (bag, racks)
can’t do anything to stop me and my folks (two-door, now im back in it) (back in it)
got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
i live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
[verse 3: ballout]
count my money up front, i don’t do no back handing
packs landing
in saks, racks spending
i dont do no pan-handling
your man fanning, your girl staring
every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
[refrain: chief keef & ballout]
(case, mac) running through the street, me and my woes (bag, racks)
can’t do anything to stop me and my folks (two-door, now im back in it) (back in it)
got a chop with a flashlight click-clack, lights out
i live in a fast life, load ups, ride outs
[outro: ballout]
count my money up front, i don’t do no back handing
packs landing
in saks, racks spending
i dont do no pan-handling
your man fanning, your girl staring
every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
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