Chief Keef - Vet Lungs | Текст песни

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[Hook: Chief Keef]
Glocks tucked man I up
I owe them a job
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help
I was always smoking on the skunk
Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck
My necklace it be shining to my junk
I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Blood gang, Blood dripping over here
You want problems, you can get it over here
You don't listen, better listen over here
If you don't, I bring them pistols over there
I come through and put the pistol to your ear
I come through, I put the pistol to your rib
I was getting money I was taking it as gifts
I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live
My wrist real, real chill, I chill
I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel
I got 10 fans on and I live how I live
I'ma put that Keef on em' and I peel how I peel

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T
Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?
Aye I come through Mr.T
White Tee and bright things
Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling
We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney
We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy
I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG
If you looking for me, I'm with money and me
Me and you we got money disagreements
Can't come to no conclusions
Cause your money ain't worth me yet
In fact I'm loaded status I don't need no feedback
I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at

[Hook]

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