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Chief Keef – T’d

Исполнители: Chief Keef
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Текст Chief Keef – T’d

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Hook:
I got shows I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja

I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be fleein’
Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me
Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d

I be T’d from my fee, to my jeans, to my wrist
From the bling on my rep to the bling in my ear
And the bling on my neck, try’na take it got a Tec
Got a Mac, go burrrat, leave you wet, stankin’ ass
I don’t sell PTs, bitch, I sell shine
Fuck with me and you’ll be gloin’ all the time
Too much ice in my watch, I can’t tell the time
I tried to tell the time and that shit made me blind
I got a 40, got a 4-5., got a 9
I hop out with the 9. on my
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star diver
You better takin’ swimmin’ classes or you’ll be dyin’
After I take you out that flour, you’ll be fryin’

Hook:
I got shoes, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be fleein’

Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me
Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d

I be T’D, I be T’D, countin’ G’s smokin’ B’s with my Bs’
Out in Cali fuckin’ with the C’s and the B’s
Chiraq ass niggas sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off, police start followin’ me
Soon as I hopped out the car, your bitch start talkin’ to me
You ain’t tryna give me top?, Bitch, don’t talk to me
I be hoppin’ in my car, she be tryna walk with me
I count the money with no finger tips, lift me up, bang this shit
Google this shit, y’all Hooters shit
Tell me what you think, read that shit
You steady talkin’ cash money, me I don’t believe this shit
I be walkin’ ’round with money, you know I T’d with it

Hook:
I got shoes, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be fleein’
Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me
Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d