Chief Keef - Michelin (Ft. Matti Baybee) | Текст песни

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• Michelin (Ft. Matti Baybee)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Almighty, Glo gang
Know how we ridin', not stoppin'
Keep kush in our pockets
Fuck nigga stop it

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I just put a silencer on my gun
I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt
These hoes don't like a nigga, they like my money
These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want somethin'
Well I'ma send my savages on a hunt
I had to put a bounty set on my hunt
She don't love yeah she get you killed and get you caught
I'm rollin', I'm Almighty Sosa, Michelin

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I'm like the Michelin Man, I need my minute man
Fuck your petitions man, aye let's get it man
What's up with Benjamin, that's a nigga's friend
God came and got me out and let a nigga in
I remember pushin' white hoes like the Michelin Man
I remember rockin' white folks for they shizzle man
I remember totin' my pole ready to get your man
I remember sellin' white dope to the piggies man
Cause they cannot get me man, I might go to my house
And I let them in, but I ain't open my mouth
And this ain't how I get that
I told all my girls might get a damn check
Get my damn shit, and I spend it on dope
They ask how I sell it, I say I break it up 'fore
And put it in that fast and then I sell it to those
Clucks that come to the back door
Tryna get a fish doe, and bite this shit doe

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Matti Baybee]
I gets like Michelin, hundred Benjamins
Don't do division, on my dividends
Cause my homies and penalties
Doin' center sins, green face my president
Hundred Franklins
'Member when I wore the same clothes for a minute man
Now a youngin countin' bank rolls, makin' millions
So much designer I might change clothes, True Religion
Just might pull up in the Range Rove, I'm out the mini vans
Kickin' doors with Timberlands, but I made it out
I just cashed a check, finna spend it on a house
Just got off the hone with Sosa he said make it count
Money on the counter, money on the couch
So we gettin' a check, better not send no shot
Cause then we send it all back
I do not like no broad that wear Giuseppe with that
These whack boys think they hot, we add pressure to that

[Hook]

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