Lyrics Kongoz - Chief Keef feat. Tadoe
Congo,
congo
She
twerk
it
to
the
congo
Congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
carnival,
should've
worked
at
the
carnival
You
ain't
getting
no
bucks,
boy
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival,
huh
I
ain't
never
snitched
in
my
life
Fuck
with
me,
you
know
you
gon'
die
(Huh)
It's
300
of
us
and
know
we
gon'
ride
Used
to
tote
pistols
and
you
know
we
don't
fight
Why
everybody
wanna
be
me?
And
all
these
boys
wanna
work
for
Chief
Keef
(Huh)
In
each
one
of
the
opps,
I
see
me
I
swear
each
one
of
the
opps
wan'
be
me
(Huh)
This
shit
fucked
up
at
an
all-time
high
Mouse
said,
"Don't
get
smoked,"
well
bitch,
don't
get
fried
Squad,
we
everywhere
and
we
don't
get
tried
Sucking
my
dick,
don't
talk,
give
top
(Huh)
Opp
bitches
low-key
love
Chief
Keef
These
opp
bitches
low-key
love
GB
(Huh)
I'm
getting
tree-tree,
getting
head
by
KeKe
(Huh)
Thirty
in
my
ding-ding,
think
it's
a
drill,
bitch,
ding
ding
(Huh)
Congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
carnival,
should've
worked
at
the
carnival
You
ain't
getting
no
bucks,
boy
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival,
huh
Gun
smoke,
you
tweak
with
gang,
gun
show
All
my
niggas
for
none,
keep
big
guns
with
drums,
boom
Get
smoked,
hit
his
face,
his
throat
Got
blood
over
my
clothes,
body
bag
zipped,
though
All
these
niggas
wanna
be
me
(Be
me)
They
say
I'm
in
it,
I'm
on
TV
(TV)
But
I
gotta
ride
with
big
thirties
(Thirties)
The
opps
think
they
gonna
murk
me
Want
war,
these
fuck
niggas
want
war
I
catch
you
at
the
corner
store
I'm
one
up
with
the
score
(Baow)
Red
dot,
headshot,
feds
hot
Watchin'
his
spot
'cause
I
dropped
his
ass
on
the
block,
boom
Congos,
dirty
bopper,
drumroll
The
wild
boy
jungle
Killin'
your
parents,
where
your
mom
go?
Boom
Convo,
no
time
for
the
convo
We
smokin'
on
jungle,
in
the
condo
countin'
hunchos
(Them
racks)
Congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
congos,
them
guns
sound
like
congos
My
jits
do
this
for
fun,
ho
And
they
love
lettin'
guns
blow
Huh,
congos,
she
twerk
it
to
the
congos
God,
y'all
some
broke
boys
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival
Huh,
carnival,
should've
worked
at
the
carnival
You
ain't
getting
no
bucks,
boy
Should've
worked
at
the
carnival,
huh
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