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chief keef - 2nd day out كلمات الأغنية

starting off my day with a blunt stuffed
p_ssy kept on talking he got f_cked up
big black glock and a cup of purp
you already know i’m finna sip some sizzurp
i’m back off in the kitchen working with the pies
say you need a half of brick give me twelve_five
fifty pounds of gross several pounds of midge
tadoe just brought a pretty f_cking fifty
my gun need a mag he happy then he mad
someone leavin’ real soon, so he send his ass
hop out of that van where i tote the mags
and if a n_gga try me imma do his ass
i’m counting up the paper in my office room
and i’m witch, b_tch, please don’t make me spark the broom
guns in every little cut, like a f_cking savage
hear the swat team, come you gotta f_cking have it
man i’m tired of buying jocks, i need a rocket launcher
you ain’t tryna incriminate it, b_tch stop the camera
i used to drive the foreign through my backyard
hit the dough and imma blow you like a saks card
sosa back b_tch, yeah i’m back b_tch
that lil stupid ass, dirty ass, black b_tch
this that new sh_t, that f_ck a jail sh_t
f_ck n_gga, no, that it ain’t no in my heritage
you on my sh_t list, you like a biscuit
granny say if it ain’t broke don’t try to fix it
i got a sick wrist, it cost like six_six
zero zero zero n_gga, come and get this
i got a stupid swag please don’t touch my louis bag
pole on me n_gga you gon’ make me do you bad
b_tch my louis bag, that b_tch scooby snacks
i need an elephant, giraffe and a cougar cat

b_tch i end my day ten
b_tch i end my day ten in the morning
you can sneak diss this b_tch still is going
we gon’ hit his block, pull up, hit the h_rn
i ain’t talking the whip b_tch, this b_tch is blowing
stick a silly n_gga now he’s silicon
granny what you doing? she say i’m whipping corn
i just bough a chopper b_tch, it’ll shake the storm
pull up auditorium and shake the dorm
saying you can’t stand me, p_ssy take the seat
call ’em mcdonalds ‘cuz he faking beef
hit the back block and then take the street
p_ss on his grave i got to take a leak
standing on the curb and i’m flaming dope
seventeen years old i was strangling hoes
had to grow up and make a bankroll
.40 get to singing, she’ll take your soul
my auntie need some strips, sister need a crib
told her tie your shoes lil’ baby and don’t even trip
i hopped up in that truck with the double cup
and it can’t spill i make that b_tch buckle up
i’m counting up bodies as they f_cking drop
n_gga think he had them streets we had to break his lock
he got a high fade, we had to shave his top
car so loud vroom vroom, might wake the block
four porches, nine elevens, and like eight b_tches
it’s a horse on the seat they tryna take pictures
and that p_ssy n_gga scared, you know i hate chickens
he done caught a domestic it’s the state business
make them see the light and it’s bright white
young boy brown as sh_t but my ice white
they spying on the spot with them f_cking drones
tell them helicopters get the f_cking on
baby i’m lowkey if i’m f_cking you
i can f_cking don’t say sh_t this what i do
smoke them like a kite like my cousin ku
bullets popping out like a f_cking boo

ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
phew, phew, phew
phew, phew, phew
phew, phew, phew
second day out! ayy!
second day out! ayy ayy!
second day out!
phew, phew, phew
phew, phew, phew
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