paroles de chanson Gated - Chief Keef feat. Soulja Boy
Yeah
Sosa
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Bah
Yeah,
Sosa,
Soulja
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja
Sosa
and
Soulja,
Sosa
and
Soulja
Court
in
Miami,
they
pay
casement
FN
with
me,
like
my
lady
He
playin'
crazy,
niggas
been
flodgin'
lately
Woke
up
my
baby,
my
spot
gated
Been
had
the
Beamers,
got
a
Mercedes
Rockin'
the
latest,
bitch
I'm
the
greatest
Bitch
I'm
greedy,
ayy,
she
Ace
of
Spade
it,
yeah
Never
debate
it,
ayy,
we
get
to
sprayin'
It's
11AM,
a
nigga
still
up
Runnin'
it
up,
ain't
been
to
sleep
once
I
get
it
done,
let's
have
some
fun
Shootout
your
dread,
now
it's
a
bun
Boy
when
we
come,
you
better
run
What
is
to
you,
I
am
the
one
Light
up
a
spark,
'bout
to
walk
in
the
park
RIP
Dart,
rip
you
apart
She
don't
like
when
it
fart,
I
told
her
I
do
Smokin'
the
goo,
top
of
the
coupe
Won't
stop
at
you,
actin'
a
fool
I
see
you
fu',
catch
you
with
two
I
got
me
a
cup,
but
I
don't
sip
deuce
Step
down
on
the
kush,
I
might
get
a
Dually
I'm
up
with
tooly,
these
niggas
fooly
Dick
in
her
booty,
my
pants
is
Tsubi
Boy's
watch
is
foolish,
bitch
work
at
Hooters
They
said
I
couldn't
do
it,
tell
'em
I
do
this
They
boy
alley-oop
me,
I
shine
like
a
ruby
More
clips
than
a
movie,
I
need
a
movie
I'm
in
the
club
makin'
a
movie
Thanks
to
my
jeweler,
ice
like
it's
stupid
Try
not
to
love
me,
she
dodgin'
a
bullet
My
ice
have
you
woozy,
like
you
off
hookah
I
didn't
pay
my
shooter,
I
try
not
to
snooze
When
I
say
'choo,
fifty
times
two
Took
her
some'
new,
I'm
wearin'
some'
new
She
skatin'
the
coupe,
okay
new
new
Come
play
the
flute,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I'm
in
the
mood,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
How
can
I
lose?
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Eat
ramen
noodles,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Count
me
some
loot,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Hop
in
the
booth,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Your
shit
stupid,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Might
hallelujah,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Gettin'
the
pad,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Gettin'
the
bag,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I
love
to
swag,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Don't
mean
to
brag,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Pants
is
tight,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Still
tote
FN,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I
ain't
your
friend,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
ayy
You
ain't
my
mans,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Pants
cost
a
grand,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Paid
her
with
a
gram,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
'Bout
to
buy
me
some
land,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
As
soon
as
I
land,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Think
he
breakin'
in,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Get
hit
with
the
fan,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Ain't
talkin'
the
fan,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Eagle
ball
at
your
mans,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
The
hawk
finna
land,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Fall
off
of
the
Benz,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Ain't
shakin'
no
hands,
no
no
no
no
no
no
I'm
really
the
man,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I
should
have
friends,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Just
to
get
pants,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Louis
my
lens,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
We
get
them
hands,
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
I
was
15
years
old,
with
a
four-four,
kick
in
the
door
I
put
that
on
foes,
oh
who
we
go,
I'm
trained
to
blow
I'm
from
the
go,
pop
zip
and
reload,
gang
we
an
O
Pimpin'
the
bowl,
yeah,
J
at
the
door,
bring
the
K
to
the
door
13
years
old,
hand-me-down
clothes,
couldn't
fold
under
Bo
7 years
old,
runnin'
through
the
O,
pickin'
my
nose
Jumped
in
the
front
of,
knife
of
my
mama,
she
was
fightin'
some
ho
Yeah
I
got
cut,
fuck
nigga
what?
Right
in
the
throat
Want
me
to
fraud,
she
came
back
home,
with
twenty
rich
bags
cuttin'
the
grass,
snakes
and
some
ass,
life
it
was
fast
Wake
up
and
stretch,
mixed
call
from
my
ex,
she
talkin'
'bout
sex
I
got
a
check,
check
on
the
check,
where
is
it
at?
ayy
I'm
with
the
gang,
we
shoot
F&N's
I
catch
you
lackin',
one
in
his
chin
Hollow
tips,
he
won't
walk
again
Leave
him
handicapped,
he
gon'
crawl
again
Try
to
take
somethin',
you
gon'
take
a
hollow
Got
a
bad
bitch
and
you
know
she
swallow
Got
a
Huracán
and
a
Murciélago
Hop
up
in
the
Demon,
finna
start
auto
Half
a
million
dollars,
in
Wells
Fargo
Nigga
know
I'm
poppin',
like
a
bottle
Stacks
On
Deck
Gang,
Glory
Gang
Money
Gang,
that's
my
gang
Yeah,
trap
one,
trap
two,
uh
Trap
three,
nigga
one
more
time
One
AK,
one
of
a
kind
1-800
hot
shit,
nigga
bullets
flyin'
Yeah,
we
trap
shit,
nigga
hit
my
line
Catch
me
in
that
foreign
and
a
nigga
flyin'
Diamonds
on
my
chain
make
a
nigga
blind
Grab
your
bitch,
hit
her
from
behind
Put
the
red
bricks
in
a
Rover,
ayy
Said
I
pull
up
and
stunt
Pull
up
and
dump,
bricks
in
the
truck
Call
up
Pablo
Escobar,
ayy
Me
and
Sosa
ridin'
in
a
foreign
car,
ayy
Drive
the
Lamborghini
like
a
stolen
car,
ayy
Rollin'
up
gas
out
the
cookie
jar
Flexin'
late,
whip
Mercedes,
like
a
baby
Trap
go
crazy,
she
want
to
be
my
lady
Fuck
you,
pay
me,
nigga
fuck
you,
pay
me
Ayy,
I
whip
it
up
like
babies
Trap
go
crazy,
he
been
flexin'
lately
They
ain't
gated,
mansion
gated
Yeah,
fuck
you,
pay
me,
nigga
fuck
you,
pay
me
(Yeah)
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