paroles de chanson For Sure - Chief

We could have a late night session at the smoke house
You at my crib with no blouse
Them a hating on my hustle with no clout
Real nigga leave no doubt
I could turn the fucking crib to a whorehouse
Raid the fridge in your house
Pull up pull up we can smoke a little kush
Oh you cleaned up there′s no bush
Baby niko on mama nipe tu anwani
Tuko ndani ndani, ndani ndani
Hiyo kivela ni chwani
Iko mbovu
Chief to the rescue no hofu
Chicken wings that's soul food
I said
Where the females in your hood
You gotta
Leave the party if it′s all goons my guy
Get out the party if there's no booze my guy

You could pull up kwa mtaa for sure
Baby zima hizo taa for sure
I could touch up on your body for sure
For sure, for sure
At your crib with your bestie yeah
Facetime never text me yeah
For sure tuko kwa kitanda
For sure, for sure

Bring that ass here, bring that ass here
You know you gon' get it if you hanging with Chief yeah
Bad little freak I′m heated, cheated
Swipe swipe ooh and retreat it, delete it
Cut off hella Gs for the grind
I don′t mind shit, making money with the OG, OT
The boys making bangers big Bs
Money big Bs
Sock slide drip looking like Louis V
All I got is you on my mind in a yatch in a cottage
Sipping fine wine all mine fine dining
All up in the club slow wining
I see all your shorties sipping moonshine, notice
You just might have shifted my focus
Played your cards right like poker, bogus
Eat a nigga mind over sipping on that muddy muddy soda
Kiherere wacha kujichocha

You could pull up kwa mtaa for sure
Baby zima hizo taa for sure
I could touch up on your body for sure
For sure, for sure
At your crib with your bestie yeah
Facetime never text me yeah
For sure tuko kwa kitanda
For sure, for sure