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chief keef - get your mind right كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
it’s not a trick question, yeah i’m smoking dope
walk through the door, get your camera phones
come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on
if you want a peace treat, call my cellular phone
it’s not a trick question, i don’t fuck with opps
i don’t rock with cops, i send a bunch of shots
some cops be cool because they give me p-sses
doing 110 in my car, they like “this nigga savage”
i got the glock, tony, sosa i’m sammy
i’ma dog and a lion b-tch, i ain’t bambi
catch the bag like randy, long as this money in it
she told me that her pussy tight, i fit my johnny it
fuck that b-tch then i’m dipping, yeah i’m really pimping
i’ma kobe bryant, you’s a scottie pippen
i got my semi in it, the club in philly with it
then i leave philly with a bunch of silly b-tches
tricks are for kids, you need a doctor kid
cause when i’m done stitching your -ss, don’t let your mama see it
in my 4k tv house, it’s a bunch of shit
come in here tryna hit a lick, commercial get a bunch of beats
i’m cooling with the stars in the sky
don’t be fucking with my dogs cause they bite
i hop out looking like some raw in the pipe
like it’s memorials day, got on all white
i had a dream like doctor king
what can you bring to the table? i got lots of things
i got tommies, i got mobster things
come through like a janitor, we moping things
forensics come check it out, come in here won’t make it out
like new clothes, i lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out
you play the shit off, i play it out
you mumble the shit, nigga say it out
shoot your -ss like a lil mud dog
what the fuck you eating, nigga? spit it out
pull up in a hummer, looking for some mamas
know i ain’t gon’ fuck her, cause he looks like his mother
his baby mama c-mming, c-mming on my johnson
cause i be doing numbers, cause i be getting money
it’s not a trick question, what you a magician?
i treat your block like a cl-ssroom, i’m subbing it
put your face on some rims, b-tch i’m dubbing it
told you my pistol was celibate, don’t fuck with it
i’m like a husky, you’re like a puppy
i’m sipping muddy all day and night, i’m kid cudi
she got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me
take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me
i got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights
make your face camouflage, you got troops, right?
this dope i’m smoking on, it smoke like (?), right?
you get it, that’s a dope line in chicago, all white
got a b-tch named moussi, she give me coochie
this that gucci, no this ain’t no coogi
free gucci, get hit with the uzi
free t-slick, he come through with the toolie
push your hairline, barber shop
i got a jordan shot, you shoot like chris bosh
i was smoking, i was leaning, leaning hard
i be leaning like i’m standing on the balcony
bang

- chief keef

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