Testo CUSSIN - Chief Keef
Testo della canzone CUSSIN (Chief Keef), tratta dall'album The GloFiles Pt. 4
Aye
Aye
Bankson, drop it
Aye
I be kush smokin', car ridin'
Aye
Lot of guac in my pockets now
Aye
Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down
Aye
Big guns, trees, they knockin' down
Aye
So high, I take a helicopter down
Aye
Show you how I made this fuckin' chopper sound
Aye
Them niggas opps, no we don't fuck with them
Aye
Got ignorant guns, it's gon' up at them
Start cussin'
Remember standin' on the block, my hand was on the Glock
Ready to slam it on the opp and give 'em all I got
Now I got hammers on the block and drugs on the block
Cops got cameras on the block, they tryna catch us up
Untrustworthy ass bitches tryna set us up
Little dirty ass niggas always stealin' some
Dirty dirty ass with me and he'll hit you up
I got my jewelry out and my hammer tucked
Bang
I got some niggas with me, come through blammin' at ya
Shoot him, him, him, him and then her
Bang
'Cause niggas was steady talkin', now we didn't know nothin'
And when feds grab me, man, I didn't know nothin'
Bang
Aye
Catch you snoozin', then it's done with you
Aye
I hope you got your gun with you
Got 30 shots for lips, but you can hold number two
Came on a yo bitch face like my nut do what cucumbers do
Bang
I be kush smokin', car ridin'
Aye
Lot of guac in my pockets now
Aye
Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down
Aye
Big guns, trees, they knockin' down
Aye
So high, I take a helicopter down
Aye
Show you how I made this fuckin' chopper sound
Aye
Them niggas opps, no we don't fuck with them
Aye
Got ignorant guns, it's gon' up at them
Start cussin'
No Versace this, bro, 14 hundo, aye
Opps livin' on a prayer, Bon Jovi
Like I said, gotta catch a opp, I smoke him
Like who is these niggas?
I don't know them
Aye
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe them
Aye
Catch a opp, 'bout to toe him
Aye
Don't know if I'll let go of him
Aye
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I know it's him
Aye
He ain't shootin', I can't roll with him
Aye
That's my Glo gang, that's my bro and them
Yes, I tote thangs and I'm blowin' them
Aye
Leave you boppin' like Kemo and them
I just had a baby and I'm keepin' him
He already got a name, his name is Beef-a-Gling
Bitch got in my car, like what kind of seats is them?
Aye
You know BMW my people, nigga
Bang
I be kush smokin', car ridin'
Aye
Lot of guac in my pockets now
Aye
Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down
Aye
Big guns, trees, they knockin' down
Aye
So high, I take a helicopter down
Aye
Show you how I made this fuckin' chopper sound
Aye
Them niggas opps, no we don't fuck with them
Aye
Got ignorant guns, it's gon' up at them
Start cussin'
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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Marcos Cardoso
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