paroles de chanson Jones Indiana - Chief Keef
Yeah,
she
went
to
Vienna
First
day
alone,
Indiana
(Yeah)
Two
guns,
Jones,
India,
hey
Cook
him
broad
day,
Benihanas
(Yeah)
On
the
bus,
put
me
under,
hey
I
just
want
the
boss
to
be
honest
(Yeah)
Told
her
AP
friend
put
me
on
it,
ayy
My
hoes
in
the
crowd
with
me
humbling,
look
Call
me
Sosa
Corelone
Runnin′
down
a
sack
what
we
on
Used
to
tell
the
plug,
"Put
me
on"
OG,
we
like
Harry
Holmes
(Yeah)
We
gon'
fuck
it
up,
then
we
gone
We
don′t
care
who's
shit
we
on
(Yeah)
Bitch
know
the
sack
super
long
Bitch
know
the
weed
super
strong
(Yeah)
Niggas
aware
of
what's
goin′
on,
yeah
Fuck
all
that
shit,
movin′
on
(Yeah)
Wide
eyes,
China
lookin'
chrome
I
can
outsmoke
Tommy
Chong
(Yeah)
I
can
outsmoke
Snoop
Dogg,
yeah
Police
chase
me
with
two
dogs,
yeah
Paid
K,
silence
too
far,
yeah
You
niggas
drag
queens,
RuPaul,
yeah
Shoot
three,
pimp
two
hoes,
yeah
TracFone,
I
missed
two
calls,
yeah
Me
and
Slick
talk
through
calls,
yeah
Said
niggas
gotta
feel,
pause
(Yeah)
Niggas
better
have
steel
jaws,
yeah
You
don′t
know
how
to
peel
on,
yeah
Country
motherfucker,
Lil
Paul,
yeah
You
a
man,
Sonic
Hedgehog,
yeah
Pants
still
sag
real
low,
yeah
You
ain't
never
been
in
real
smoke,
yeah
Left
and
right
wrist
kilos,
yeah
Man
these
niggas
funny,
Elmo,
yeah
Fresh
caution
like
a
real
road
I
ain′t
talkin'
arm,
smokin′
out
the
elbow,
yeah
Diamonds
keep
slices
of
road,
yeah
If
you
get
money,
go
go,
yeah
Chill
out
'fore
you
uh,
oh
no
The
booty
numero
uno,
yeah
Clap
clap
clap,
kudos,
yeah
Can
I
pull
the
dead
up,
who
knows?
Yeah
In
a
flat
with
two
stoves,
yeah
My
chef
ain't
runnin′
two
stoves,
yeah
Big
one
on
me,
drummin′
through
big
holes
I
call
Coozie
and
them
hoes,
yeah
Ain't
knew
this
is
how
I
get
new
clothes,
yeah
Two
watches,
Pumbaa
and
Timon,
yeah
It′s
gettin'
all
on
′em,
ice
cream
cone,
yeah
Pull
on
my
Nike,
my
VLONE
Extra
time
on
this
Oyster,
yeah
Slidin'
slippery
like
some
moisture
These
double
V′s
doin'
torture,
ayy,
yeah,
ayy,
ayy,
yeah
Take
my
shit
out,
torture
Damn
the
neck
got
hoarser
She
just
popped
my
shit
like
Wilson
I
just
laid
out
like
a
poster
Gettin'
blew
with
the
explosive
You
niggas
soft,
feel
just
like
Larrys
If
diamonds
is
people,
this
is
a
party
They
don′t
get
broke,
everybody
tsunami
It
ain′t
nothin'
like
new
money
I
been
been
been
smokin′
loud
'Fore
I
started
makin′
blue
money,
yeah
Kick
it
with
a
white
bunny,
yeah
Black
man
get
white
money
Your
ho
fuck
around
like
money
Can't
fit
this
blue
hundreds,
white
hundreds
Them
twenties
don′t
feel
the
same
color
My
son
told
me
that
I
can't
color
I
don't
know
fam,
we
ain′t
bundles
′Member
Bam
Bam
gettin'
cuddled,
ayy
It′s
so
fuckin'
fake,
you
can′t
cuddle
Makin'
our
way
in
the
club,
ayy
Y′all
know
you
can't
come,
nah
Told
them
to
make
another
charm
Don't
know
what
it
is
′til
he
done,
yeah
Borderline,
fuck
it,
A1
A
fuck
nigga,
say
you
ain′t
one,
yeah
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