MP3: Chief Keef – Minnesota

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Chief Keef – Minnesota LYRICS

Aye, yeah
Pour up a fourth in a soda
Bitch you know my heart cold, Minnesota
Said she love it when I’m in a over
Bitch it’s time to go, caught me dead over out
Try up in the blunt, if it ain’t no loud
Sosa you gettin’ that cheese? bitch ain’t no doubt
You thought that he was your homie y’all got locked up sold out (Pussy)
And if I ever die, it’s gon be from tookie
Like I play basketball, hoes throw me the coochie
Left Maxfield then I went rocked the gucci
Bitch you know I get that Wally-Wally ain’t no Oochie
All my friends are dead in my pocket, I ain’t no Uzi
This ain’t no second hand, wе gone smoke you like a Loosеy
Hop in a fast car, Skrt-Skrt like I’m Boosie
Ten blunts smoked, got a nigga feeling woozy
Aye aye aye aye, let’s get it
I’m too fuckin’ real to be hollywood
Pullin’ up in a big body truck
Big shell for a big body thug
Lil nigga sayin’ big body drugs
I need that wockhardt that red that’ll have ya dead (lean)
Nigga we on your fuckin’ head like a dread
He got a gun in his pic, he think I’m scared
Let off shots him & him Simon said
Keep that check-a-box bitch I want the head
Flame up, we gon smoke you up out the stress
Still be in 64th but I’m blessed
Shawty know I got guap from the tress
Blocka blocka blocka, uno dos tres
Many bitches be birds for the bread
Baby told me she in love with how I dress
Many niggas love to front for the press
Catch em up in LA, buttons gettin pressed
Hit his ass with flame in his chest
Wipe em down ’cause a fiend at in his best
Knock em down throw the towel in
And my niggas be really wildin’
Sayin’ you be classy, boy you clownin’
A dressed pussy I can’t even drown in
You talkin’ pages can’t even sign in
In Chiraq ain’t no lackin’, can’t even die in
Had to grew up to see how people finesse
Shorty ‘nem’ll kill a whole Strip for nine bands
Yeah, bitch we flyin’ in
Bought a private jet so I’m tokin’
Slide up in that bitch like I’m talkin’
Tell em tie up, please bring the propine
In a three-ten bitches from the fourteen
Two Glocks and they twins from the oceans
Open my dope bitch
Bitch is you slow bitch?
Sayin’ this some training, I can be a coach bitch
I got power,when I leave you in a no stretch
Get a bitch a uber she left, but ain’t no kiss
Got like 4 sticks you and you hold this
Got some low-sticks, I just left the store bitch
We get fishes even just from roaches
We’ll cook your ass nigga like some toastes
I got a twin keef, bitch like who’s this?
Nigga come and sing-up for the smokelist

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