Chief Keef - Go to Jail Lyrics

Chief Keef - Go to Jail Lyrics:

All these niggas talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his bitch on my pistol touchin’ shit
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some shit for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail.
I’m high as fuck like oh well
Shootin’ shit like hold them
They said he know me I don’t know him.
I’m flexin’ on these niggas no jam
Got indicted sellin’ coke, and sellin’ dope
I don’t want this shit no more.
But you gonna sell it for me though
Don’t tell nobody on me though.
I don’t wanna have to move to Puerto Rico,
And change everything on my ID though
Cause I’ll never snitch on my amigos
Cause when I bought six from him he came to me for more.
All these niggers talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty niggers up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his bitch on my pistol touchin’ shit
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some shit for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail.
Stalk me now block me now
Wish a nigga would try to follow me about
The block hot the cops hot
Finna go to New Orleans to the Mardi Gras
She a hot thot she was already drop
I’m tryna see if money love me or not
But I think money love me alot
Try to take my shit let the chopper flop like ra ra ra ra ra
Trappin’ on my phone like la la like aahh aahh aaaahh
All these niggers talkin’ like they trap God
Until their ass get robbed.
All these niggas talkin like they trap gods
Talkin like they so hard they ain’t never so hard
And I know that I’m a rapper,
I’ll have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean and you’ll think I always had a cold,
And his bitch on my pistol touchin’ shit
I’m like what you touch that for.
Unless you finish shoot some shit for
So don’t touch my pistol!
Cause I don’t wanna have to blow, yeah.
Cause I don’t wanna have to go to jail.

Chief Keef & Migos - 9 On Me Ft. Ballout Lyrics

Chief Keef & Migos - 9 On Me Ft. Ballout Lyrics:

9, 9, I got 9 on me

9, 9, I got 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I’m a cowboy, cause I got that 9 on me

Tony Romo, Clyde got that away from me

You can’t get no side from me

I took your bitch I smashed her

Forever double D

Got that coming, coming promo

9 on me …

So nigger hate go mine on home

Call…

Y’all niggers ain’t got nada

Call the whole bunch in the 45

Put the whole thing in a row

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I got that 9 on me

Growing up you die homey

I just hit her lips

So I got her for the…

I’m in the trunk with an all day

Selling on things

They go for 9 homey

I got my 9 on me

Niggers hit it up

Say they got 9 on me

I’m like this crazy

Cause I bent all nine on me

…piles holdin in

9 on me, I got my nine on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

I got posy on the bock

I ain’t worried bout shit

When this bitcfh all dirty

Suck all you can hold on this

Can we VIP

I hold all this

Called all 2-2-3s on homies

I got a couple boys that ain’t around

And I ain’t got a trouble

I ain’t even gotta run

I strut by the struggle

…now I’;m about to get high

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Got that 9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

9 on me

Chief Keef - Peep Hole Lyrics

Chief Keef - Peep Hole Lyrics:

I bump on the surface more and more than a nigga do
It’s out here, I’mma stumble, I got niggas that will kick your door
All is all thirsty, no, they can’t kick it, though
This just one critic, that’s why ain’t none in my videos
I’d rather have my millions, three zero zero
I’m digging, I’m aero shop-o, boy, you work for kilos
Cool it with my fato, could this be my lingo?
It’s just me and … looking at the peep hole
Can we see you niggas on the outside looking in, though?
Bitch, I’m rich as f-ck, bitch I’ll be outside smoking in, though
Pull up in my L6, I ain’t got no tint doors
I just love stunting when I see your bitch, though
And I can’t trust niggas, been friendly my friend, though
Where I fuck is fun niggas, I only f-ck with endo
I just met a bad bitch, that bitch share procent-o
Said she like me ‘cause I’m mighty, we can have no kids, though
I just got a true bitch, she don’t like her nigga
Look at my jewels, bitch, shining like a disco
I’m smoking on this dope, I swear this shit’s against the signal
All fucking fall niggas, I fall with their bitch, though
I buy two pounds of earth, smoke with no one under nigga, though
It’s out here, I’mma stumble, I got niggas that will kick your door
All is all thirsty, no, they can’t kick it, though
This just one critic, that’s why ain’t none in my videos
I’d rather have my millions, three zero zero
I’m digging, I’m aero shop-o, boy, you work for kilos
Cool it with my fato, could this be my lingo?
It’s just me and … looking at the peep hole

Chief Keef - Savage Lyrics

Chief Keef - Savage Lyrics:

My young boys clap heat
My young boys don’t care
Ya, them O Block boys savage
Boy, don’t go over there
They shoot *beep* on site
Guns banging like a snare
If you think that you was tough
You get *beep* oh *beep*
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
They stay with the ratchets
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
Hope you got your ratchet
Cuz my young *beep* savage

I’m posted on O-Block
Smoking out with Boss Top
And he totin’ the Tech 9
All your shooters gon get popped
And E Doggie got the Glock
Boy don’t get your car chopped
Don’t stunt on O-Block
I spend your life on a watch
T-Roy he got the semi
He’ll send your *beep* to *beep*
All you scary mother*beep*
Go to church see a reverend
This ain’t no diss song
This a message
My young boys is savage
No lacking when they stretching
Now, this *beep* done got hectic

My young boys clap heat
My young boys don’t care
Ya, them O Block boys savage
Boy, don’t go over there
They shoot *beep* on site
Guns banging like a snare
If you think that you was tough
You get *beep* oh *beep*
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
They stay with the ratchets
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
Hope you got your ratchet
Cuz my young *beep* savage

You Brick *beep* *beep* don’t know what to do
Y’all broke and y’all tired and y’all so confused
You don’t know me, I’m Big Gucci Sosa to you
Disrespect my set than it’s over for you
My young buls walkin up and it’s over with you
You ain’t talking money, my convo over with you
My young buls walking up and it’s over with you
You ain’t talking money, my convo over with you

My young boys clap heat
My young boys don’t care
Ya, them O Block boys savage
Boy, don’t go over there
They shoot *beep* on site
Guns banging like a snare
If you think that you was tough
You get *beep* oh *beep*
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
They stay with the ratchets
Cuz my young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
My young *beep* savage
Hope you got your ratchet
Cuz my young *beep* savage

Chief Keef - Appreciation Lyrics

Chief Keef - Appreciation Lyrics:

Hey, bitch, on block
Bang, bang well I got bitches on my dick
And niggas wanna hate me
Well I got bitches on my dick
And niggas wanna hate me
Well I got bitches on my dick
And niggas wanna hate me

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang-bang
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, on block
Bang, bang well I got bitches on my dick
And niggas wanna hate me
I do this for the real, bitch you should appreciate me
24 skating, but I’m into speed racing
Watch me hop up in my rarri you gonna see like a facial
For me these bitches waiting
I swear these bitches patient
I’m not with the waiting
I only want 1 day and
If you ain’t tryina fuck …to the face then
Pull about my place and
Bitch you so …with no license
A lot of bitches, no wifing
All my niggas trifling, we’re not with that unite shit
We don’t carry rifles, cause bitch we not disciples
We just carry 30 diamonds… bite you
Bitch you know we stunting
We be getting money, herman 40 hunned, my watch bout 20 of them
I say Bitch you know we stunting
We be getting money, herman 40 hunned, my watch bout 20 of them.

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics:

[Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ ’bout my own life
Real names, kill things
That’s that shit I won’t write
Cause my niggas still sellin’ dope
Like they aint on they third strikes
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The powers in my hair nigga
I give the beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
3 hoes, trifecta
Dope money, coke money
Hublot, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They aint about that life, they aint about that life
We hanging out the window, it’s ’bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right?

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci that’s the shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope higher than a kite
This bitch gon love me now, she gon let me pipe
Screamin’ Sosa, thats the nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s that shit they don’t like
I got tatts up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I splash on a bunch of clothes cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene and I’m still alight
Bitch, I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch, I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE we just gon’ cite?

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
We are not one and the same
Nigga, I’m fucking insane
Fuck is you sayin’
Yo’ ass been doing the same
Shit, now do what you sayin’
Dang, I tell ya old bitch, she was fucking a lame
Turn one hoe to a train
Bloaw, Blang, my niggas holding that pain
I just hope you’ve been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these low lifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I aint going back to my old life
I promise

[Hook]

[Jadakiss]
I done sold purp’, I done sold white
Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believed in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas!

[Hook]