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Correct What The Fuck Is Y'all On Lyrics
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Chief Keef
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Correct What The Fuck Is Y'all On
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Oh my God they caught this nigga loafin' Hit him for his chain then see what else he toting Tell that fuck nigga I need all the money I loaned him And if he talkin' shit then fuck it smoke him To his mamma when you see your son on the news This is business bitch don’t get it confused He owed me two racks so they found him in two Fives, tens, twenties, fifties bitch pay your dues I don’t give a fuck money is money Yeah I’m geeked up, but ain’t shit funny 'Cause niggas don’t fuck with you like you fuck with them They want the money and the fame minus hustling I still mob through my city like I’m fucking King Kong What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum I’mma pull them bazookas out and start cleaning house Kidnapped and missing that’s how we do it in the Dirty South And when I come through you pussy niggas gone respect it And stop crying over these bitches being eyeball reckless 'Cause niggas want to fight over hoes and kill themselves Before they do that they trying to kill somebody else These niggas stupid as fuck that’s why I keep my shit on me 'Cause all these jackers think they gone rob me ain’t gone get a piece But I’m just laughing at them I’ll grab my mask and get 'em I’m from the old school, I go by the realest system If it’s illegal don’t tell no nigga your business 'Cause you’ll be in your house and them jackers will be in it I still mob through my city like I’m fucking King Kong What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum I'm smokin’ kush, I’m takin’ breaths If a opp in my lane, I’m takin’ breaths He ain’t comin’ right, then we leave him left Being a billionaire, bitch I see myself I’m Chief Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa Give me some lime green, and some pink soda And a fucking pill, I’m in it for real Tracks I kill, I eat 'em like meals Say goodnight, to yo bitch She got good brain, she focused I’m hocus, 'cause I pocus I’m 300 bitch you on some ho shit I’m blowin’, Reese blowin’ Mac blowin’, bitch we all blowin’ It’s O-End, fuck yo end Lil Moe land, we totin’ We make shit very scary, something like the beat You talkin’ a lot of shit, don’t you tire me What up Santana? Fredo Santana We got on bandanas, guns man handled Aye Big Woo, let’s hit a stain bitch I’m insane bitch, I need brain bitch Bang bang bitch, I gang bang bitch Fuck a main bitch, don’t got no main bitch Oh my guys just caught a nigga lackin’ We got thirty clips of them ratchets And we gonna let ’em have it And bitch we all savage, 300 savage Bullets flyin’ like maggots, and bitch I’m bout my cabbage Loud and that lean, make a stupid horror scene 300 the team, what the fuck do you mean? All us pop beans, you lil niggas green beans Like pretty and pink, everyday is Halloween
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