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chief keef - trojan lyrics
[intro: tadoe]
bands all fill my pockets, b_tch i’m stuck in my glory
copped a porsche cayenne and then i stuck it on forges
sipping all this drink like we just got it imported
smoking on your rent and b_tch i’m sipping your mortgage
[verse 1 : chief keef]
what it is
don’t play with me, play with your kids (aye)
accelerate, my sh_t wiggle like a little fish
let em hate, stop acting like a little b_tch (aye)
the sh_t we tote play longer tape on datpiff
[verse 2: tadoe]
sosa, n_ggas hoes, give em ass shots
in the field posted on the bad block (aye)
in the spot, we got mad glocks (aye)
n_ggas softer than a mascot (aye)
[verse 3: chief keef]
hit the lean than i snoozed off (aye)
red beam your nose, call you rudolph (aye)
don’t make us push your cushion, you’re too soft (aye)
your b_tch got up on my stage and got boo’d off
[verse 4: tadoe]
you know you ain’t trapping hard as me lil n_gga (aye)
you know i am who you wanna be lil n_gga (aye)
i’m rolling hard up with my t__th lil n_gga
dirty_thirty clean sh_t up like beach lil n_gga
[chorus: chief keef]
n_ggas out here faking (aye)
and i just want the cake b_tch and
my daughter want a bracelet (aye) so i just got to face it (aye)
roll up a blunt and then i don’t eat
that is for the moment
for the money, i’ll postpone it
we warriors, no trojan
[verse 5: tadoe & chief keef]
my ice like police, it’ll freeze a n_gga
got me cole like keisha, n_gga
now i’m colder than a pizza n_gga
fresher than a kid on easter n_gga
my b_tch be mad i can’t reach her n_gga
with a b_tch more yellow than lisa n_gga
in the trap lil boy i’m your teacher
then smoke a pound for no reason
starring like she ain’t never seen a star
700 horse, you ever seen this car
f_ck a’s and b’s, we wanted a’s and r’s
never let a ride hoe paper dawg
grand hustle, we on our paper trail
in lower kane leaving tire trails
please don’t make us start burning sh_t cause we love how that fire smells
[verse 6: tadoe]
glory boys they up to something
you already know we bumming
checks keep coming, steady thumbing
my n_ggas ain’t for nothing
[verse 7: chief keef]:
tripping over designer, im so clumsy
going off the wall like humpty dumpty
they tryna give me life they gotta chase me
if you want me to show up you gotta pay me
remember when i couldn’t even afford a tracy
now every f_cking blunt be a tray, see
put the glock in the middle your eyes and your mcgrady
and after you go through them you gotta face me
[chorus: chief keef]
n_ggas out here faking
and i just want the cake b_tch and
my daughter want a bracelet (aye) so i just got to face it (aye)
roll up a blunt and then i don’t eat
that is for the moment
for the money i’ll postpone it
we warriors, no trojan (aye)
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