paroles de chanson Pharrell - Chief Keef
Big
bounce,
on
my
cardio
Pumpin′
gas,
no
narco
I
be
runnin'
fast
like
Mario
Countin′
up
blue
bands
Block
hot,
need
some
fuckin'
fan
Yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
uh,
yeah,
trap,
go
get
a
bag,
ayy
Yeah,
foe'nem
outside
wavin′
racks
Yeah,
pull
up
on
time,
they
droppin′
flags
Yeah,
if
we
one
down,
we
bouncin'
back
Yeah,
she
pull
up
to
the
trap
to
bounce
it
back
I
pull
up
to
the
spot
to
count
the
cash
They
come
through
the
front,
we
out
the
back
This
blunt
I′m
smokin'
cost
an
ounce
of
crack
Yeah,
I
took
three
puffs,
I
damn
near
crashed
Yeah,
she
asked
me
did
I
love
her,
I
damn
near
laughed
Yeah,
it′s
somethin'
′bout
some
money,
I
damn
near
trap
Yeah,
the
stove
on
me,
I
damn
near
fire
Yeah,
call
the
plug,
jugg,
then
I
fly
(JT,
you
a
fool
for
this
one,
nigga)
Yeah,
call
my
bitch
up,
she
down
to
fire
Told
her
I
call
'em
155
Up
in
this
plane,
bitch,
I'm
really
high
Yeah,
up
to
Ha
Ha
Davis,
they′s
finna
die
Yeah,
shawty
gave
me
brain,
it′s
just
DeVry
Yeah,
yeah,
wave
the
sticks
around
like
we
tryna
kill
a
fly
Yeah,
the
school
I
attended
was
Real
Nigga
High
Yeah,
you
can
let
me
down,
I'm
still
gon′
be
high
(JT,
you
a
fool
for
this
one,
nigga)
Yeah,
put
the
spikes
on
the
road,
I'm
still
gon′
get
by
I
would
jump
off
a
plane
just
to
chill
in
the
sky
Face-to-face
with
the
clouds,
lookin'
at
them
in
the
eye
Yeah,
boy
you
know
your
jewelry
buy
one,
get
one
free
Yeah,
I
might
look
like
one,
but
I′m
no
fuckin'
dummy
Ayy,
yeah,
can't
make
your
hood
dance
like
the
girl
off
Honey
Yeah,
they
goddamn
spark
it,
he
thought
it
was
funny
One
down,
finesse
junkie
Yeah,
uh
Now
I
got
diamonds
in
my
ear
Who
that
nigga
is?
I
got
no
idea
Shh...
if
I
kill
(Glatt),
they
gon′
know
how
I
feel
One
minute
around
me,
you
gon′
know
I'm
real
Yeah,
I
had
to
run
up
that
sack
They
know
it′s
in
my
hat,
yeah
Hopped
out
the
back
of
the
'Bach
Uh,
we′ll
get
you
back
We'll
take
that
and
your
stacks
She
love
when
I
pull
her
tracks
Like
son,
I
pull
in
the
bank
No
Facebook,
I
got
status,
yeah
Fresh
like
I
got
a
stylist,
backyard
like
an
island
Fill
the
car
by
the
gallon,
baby
built
like
a
stallion
5-7
sing
like
Bryson,
wrist
sprung,
had
to
ice
it
Fresh
on
the
plane,
landin′
in
Bali,
ayy,
yeah
Smooth
came
with
an
alley,
run
it
up,
this
been
a
rally
Call
the
rodeo,
we
skelly,
true,
yeah
With
the
dope
all
in
his
skully
This
Louis
used
to
be
a
Pelle
This
peanut
butter
uses
jelly
Yeah,
in
a
blue
room
like
Belly
Man
I
got
into
it
with
my
celly
All
of
this
shit
real
deli
All
the
anti
niggas
need
to
end
me
Ayy
Remy,
send
'em
some
panties
You
a
bitch,
nasty,
you
shanty,
yeah
Up
the
nina,
nick
nanny
Put
a
bullet
up
in
your
fanny
In
a
space
suit
like
Sandy,
yeah,
glatt
Just
take
off
like
NASA
I'm
a
boss,
feelin′
like
a
pastor
I′m
smokin'
musk
like
I′m
Elon,
yeah
Light
'em
up
like
neon
What
the
fuck
these
niggas
be
on?
This
shit
is
be-beyond
This
shit
is
beyond
me
Jumpin′
like
a
bee
on
me
Cops
used
to
be
on
me,
yeah
Now
I
got
'em
out
my
way
Now
I′m
seein'
this
money
'Member,
used
to
make
500,
yeah
Then
I
made
a
thousand
I′m
seein′
every
dollar
of
my
money
Everything
you
doin',
I′ve
done
it,
yeah
Used
to
go
to
school
and
do
school
Big
balls
in
that
bitch's
stomach
Opps
used
to
be
roughin′
We
already
knew
they
wasn't
on
nothin′
Gotta
set
it
off,
fuck
runnin'
I
used
to
walk
around
by
myself
I'll
hit
you
myself,
lil′
ass
boy,
I′m
takin'
my
belt
Oh
you
wanna
be
a
gangsta,
need
my
help,
ayy,
yeah
Wanna
be
built,
need
my
step
That′s
my
youngin,
throw
up
my
set
Put
them
jeans
ball
in
my
head,
yeah
Make
the
drummer
ra-tat-tat
And
throw
temper
tantrums
like
a
brat
Bitch,
I'm
super
up
like
a
stat,
yeah
Swing
the
K
at
′em
like
a
bat
Bitch,
we
rollin'
like
a
frat
Bitch,
we
slidin′
like
a
snow
sled
Granny
say
boy,
go
'head
Just
don't
touch
her
forehead
Louis
on
my
forehead
Goin′
in
for
the
finger
roll
And-1,
Jimmy
Buckets
Bitch
say
she
a
Glo-head,
yeah
She
know
I
be
on
Rodeo
I
catch
the
shit
like
Odell
Name
rings
like
door
bells,
yeah
With
my
dawg,
Taco
Bells
Stood
down
like
floor
nails
I
was
in
her
DMs,
for
real
She
like
Pharrell,
I′m
like
for
real
You
over
there,
baby,
come
here
The
dope
got
me
lookin'
Chinese
With
twins,
I
ain′t
talkin'
Siamese
Number
one
like
Kyrie
Face
somethin′
like
an
ID,
yeah
They
love,
don't
try
me
Lil′
nigga,
come
find
me
My
hand
up,
come
find
me,
yeah
Send
shells
at
your
hiney
She
got
lifts
like
Kylie
She
sing
on
me
like
Miley,
yeah
And
I
come
and
sing
like
Isley
Baby
think
she
a
hypebeast
And
she
say
she
like
me
And
she
say
she
a
Pisces
Juiced
up
like
an
ICEE
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