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chief keef - 3hunna (megamix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: red cafe]
young chop on the beat
bank account
what’s haddenin, what’s haddenin
what’s haddenin, what’s haddenin

{verse 1: red cafe}
look i don’t do no tough talk
i strap up and my gun tall
i only f_ck with super freaks
tell them open wide then i bust off
no brakes on that 2 door, slang blue magic, that’s too raw
i holdin out that pimp c, y’all n_ggas acting like rupar
real n_gga off that chief keef and drilling all looking 3d
covered in all that ysl, and that lv and that gg
bad b_tches f_ck my team, i get dirty money, and my ride clean
my diamonds is clear though, middle finger all ya weirdos
my b_tches, my b_tches, you know i love my b_tches
my n_ggas got warrants, so we ain’t taking pictures
you loving her, i’m f_cking her
your connect be my customer
n_gga i ain’t no role model, i’m america’s top hustler

[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n_gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack pow, now he running
don’t be f_ckin wit my youngins
them n_ggas be drumming
they take ya ass down
sh_t we need them bricks or something
keep this sh_t one hunna
i keep this sh_t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
[verse 2: chief keef]
a f_ck n_gga don’t wanna be it (no)
no, no, i like my b_tch conceited (my b_tch conceited)
i’m sosa, b_tch chief keef, yeah (sosa baby)
my gun, don’t make me beat it (bang bang)
i’m cooling wit my young n_ggas (wit my young n_ggas)
a lot of kush, a lot of guns n_gga (a lot of guns n_gga)
you see you us you better run n_gga (better run n_gga)
bullets hot like the sun n_gga (pow)
she like sosa, i’m a big fan (i’m a big fan)
b_tch i’m leaning like a kickstand (kickstand)
i’m high, i’m smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
f_ck a tooka gang b_tch, i’m 3hunna (bang bang bang)

[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n_gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack pow, now he running
don’t be f_ckin wit my youngins
them n_ggas be drumming
they take ya ass down
sh_t we need them bricks or something
keep this sh_t one hunna
i keep this sh_t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
[verse 3: rick ross]
my dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh)
we bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (n_gga)
driving a bentley through the battle field (huh)
got more money than my haters, how them n_ggas feel? (whoo)
slide when you rep that other side
i swear to god its like my.45 just come to life
gamble in vegas, i know the maloofs (huh)
they took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
duck taping your clique, so show me the loot
i’m smoking the sh_t my n_gga be growing for snoop (huh)
we got the hood locked worth a 100 mill
need 250 more, double m this sh_t for real

[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n_gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack, pow, now he running
don’t be f_cking with my youngins
them n_ggas be drumming
they take your ass down, sh_t, we need them bricks or something
keep this sh_t one hunna
i keep this sh_t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
[verse 4: chief keef]
gbe b_tch i’m a big dog
k!ll y’all then forget yall
i feel like popping red dogs
big guns that knock ya head off
three hunna b_tch six hunna
o’block and young money
otf b_tch honor
we bring them guns out and tell they ass to run up
i make the f_cking floor shake
f_ck my birthday, b_tch, i need more cake
i’m sosa, b_tch, i’m gettin it
we smoke doink’s b_tch, yall be smokin midget

[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit’ my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but, n_gga, i’m three hunna
cl!ck_clack, pow, now he runnin’
don’t be f_cking wit’ my youngins
them n_ggas be drumming
they take ya ass down, sh_t, we need them bricks or something
keep this sh_t one hunna
i keep this sh_t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda

[verse 5: soulja boy]
a f_ck n_gga don’t want that gunplay
set him up, have him dead by monday
kush blunts in the ashtray
we gettin’ cash and we get that sh_t the fast way
i keep that sh_t 3hunna (3hunna)
sod and yung munna (yung munna)
a f_ck n_gga don’t wanna try me (bang)
i’m on the highway, twenty pounds of irene (bang, bang, bang)
she like soulja boy, ya icy (ya icy)
standing in the club in my white tee (in my white tee)
a f_ck n_gga don’t wanna fight me (nah)
i’ll grab that ak and aim it at his mouthpiece (bang, bang, bang, bang)

[hook: chief keef & soulja boy]
i’m cooling wit’ my youngins (i’m cooling wit’ my youngins)
and what we smoke one hunna (and what we smoke one hunna)
but, n_gga, i’m 3hunna (but, n_gga, i’m 3hunna)
cl!ck_clack, pow, now he runnin’ (cl!ck_clack, pow, now he runnin’)
don’t be f_cking wit’ my youngins (don’t be f_cking wit’ my youngins)
them n_ggas be drumming (them n_ggas be drumming)
they take ya ass down, sh_t, we need them bricks or something (we need them bricks or something)
keep this sh_t one hunna (that sh_t one hunna)
i keep this sh_t three hunna (i keep this sh_t three hunna)
i pull up in that audi (i pull up in that audi)
you pull up in that honda

- chief keef

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