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King Kong – Diamante FMM versuri

Versuri Diamante FMM – King Kong

Eu sunt miezul dintr-o doaja
Punctul de pe i
Succesul in persoana
Tot ce ti-ai dori sa fii
Transparenta si tarie ca vodca
Mie mi se mai zice si borsul din ciorba lui ma-ta
Diamante in evolutie
Apusul din torace
Intreaba-l pe popica, dai un ban da stii ca face
Sunt lin ca adevarul si de aia va stau in drum
Daca voi nu ma vreti, eu nici atat
Sa va f*t.(King Kong)

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kong, King Kong, King Kong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kong, King Kong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Bad juju stii
Eu te aprind foc la bujii
Cand te vad nici nu mai stii
Cine esti si de unde vii
Sper ca stii
Ca bati campii
Dar nu iti perimiti sa ma intretii
Ca sunt calatoare prin Kooong si
Animala prin Kooong si
Unde dai si unde capra
Tine-ti sabia in teaca
Liga mea ninja-i subsemnata
Eu sunt solo tu iti repeti aceasi placa
1.65 pe toc toc
Fac ce fac, in top ma intorc
Dau cu pace la surori si frati
Cand noi rulam voi derulati.

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Chuck Borris mamma mia
Vars cerneala simfonia
Tu esti mono io cu ai mei
Ti-am creat polifonia
Bat pumnii in piept gorila
King ca King Kooong Godzilla
Zi-le la toti ai tai ca
Vin diamantele ba
2017 nivelu cutremur pe bas nu tremur
Si casa si clubul sare cartierul
Si eu nu ma schimb dupa vremuri
Decibelii mei pentru fratii mei
Peste anii grei in goana dupa lei
Ielelelelei dimantele animalele spaimele hooo.

Diamante FMM.

Din Bucale pana in hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.
Versuri Diamante FMM
Video Kong

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Chris Brown – Crazy Lyrics

CHRIS BROWN
Crazy Lyrics

Where that bar at ..Tell me where that
Bout to buy the whole club where my credit card at
Money flying in the air,
look at what I started
asses clapping up in here,
damn its like an audience
and she bringing all her friends,
I’ll be yo seesaw
She bout to act an ass..heehaw
Got a stupid monkey fatter than King Kong,
It’s like a pistol on you,
take it all off
Ha, you gone need an ambulance,
After you get done with this hammer in my pants,
Make it stand up,
watch it dance,
all mouth, no hands.

I tried to tell you niggers,
I’m the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
f**k gators!
Ain’t no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I’m about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I’m about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)

Look oh damn my liver

damn I got the shivers,
my family got that bomb weed..but all i need is liquor
And then she got that butt, thicker than a snicker
And shawty got that fye, so i pop her like a blister (eww)
I know you think I’m losing it but why you speed ballin
Nigger I am cruisin bitch, nigga we ballin
And when I go to sleep, my tattoos come to life,
Hoes in your head, out of mind, out of site
Thats why they call me breezy
baby, cold as ice
Boy don’t make me paint a portrait, rearrange your life
all my kicks fly, they power ranger nikes
I’m the shit,
Nigger aint gotta say it twice
Tony the tiger, call meTony!
Cause everything is great, was she twerkin on me!
Boy I ain’t no kin ta ya
I am from Virginia, A F O nigger let go,
Man they can’t get rid of us?

I tried to tell you niggers,
I’m the greatest!
You bitch made hater
Shoes crocodile
f**k gators!
Ain’t no need to talk
nigger pay us!
I’m about to go, go! go! (loco)
Go, go
my nigga just (crazy)
Go, go! I’m about to go loco!
Go, go!
that nigga just (crazy)

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Wiz Khalifa – Young, Wild & Free Lyrics (ft. Snoop Dogg)

WIZ KHALIFA
Young, Wild & Free Lyrics (ft. Snoop Dogg)

So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed.
We’re just having fun. We don’t care who sees.
So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Living young and wild and free.

Uh, uh huh. So what I keep ’em rolled up.
Saggin’ my pants not caring what I show. Keep it real with my niggas.
Keep it player for the hoes. And look clean don’t it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501’s jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kong’s fingers.
And smoke them hoes down till they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day.
I’m with you bitch smokin’ grade A.

Yeah, uh you know what? It’s like I’m 17 again. Peach fuzz on my face.
Lookin’, on the case, tryna find a hella taste.
Oh my God, I’m on the chase.
Chevy, it’s gettin’ kinda heavy.
Relevant, sellin’ it, dippin’ away.
Time keep slippin’ away, zip in the safe, flippin’ for pay.
Tippin’ like I’m drippin’ in paint.
Up front four blunts, like “Khalifa put the weed in a J.”

So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed.
We’re just having fun. We don’t care who sees.
So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Living young and wild and free.

And I don’t even care ’cause if me and my team in there.
There’s gonna be some weed in the air. Tell ’em Mac.

Blowin’ everywhere we goin’ and now you knowin’.
When I step right up, get my lighter so I can light up.

That’s how it should be done.
Soon as you thinkin’ you’re down.
Find how to turn things around.
Now things are lookin’ up.

From the ground up, pound up
This Taylor Gang.
So turn my sound up and mount up.
And do my thang.

Now I’m chillin’, fresh outta class, feelin’.
Like I’m on my own and I could probably own a buildin’.
Got my own car, no job, no children.
Had a science project, me and Mac killed it.

T-H-C, M-A-C
D-E-V, H-D-3, high as me.
This is us, we gon’ fuss.
And we gon’ fight and we gon’ roll and live off life.

So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed.
We’re just having fun. We don’t care who sees.
So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Living young and wild and free.

Yeah, roll one, smoke one.
When you live like this you’re supposed to party.
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun.
So we just, roll one, smoke one.
When you live like this you’re supposed to party.
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun.
So what we get drunk. So what we smoke weed.
We’re just having fun. We don’t care who sees.
So what we go out. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Living young and wild and free.
Fun…
We don’t care who sees.
We don’t care who sees.
That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Living young and wild and free.

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50 Cent – Position Of Power Lyrics

50 CENT
Position Of Power Lyrics

[Intro:]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don’t trip
I’ll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won’t hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you’re whipped
Aww nigga don’t trip
You gon’ get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww nigga don’t trip
Case you didn’t know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don’t trip

[Verse 1 – 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin’ in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I’m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin’, bumpin’ Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin’ the east ain’t enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin’, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby’ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin’ fake signs, I’m rockin’ a lil charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

[Verse 2 – 50 Cent:]
Where I’m from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don’t need niggas for support, I don’t walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don’t f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I’ll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain’t playin’, I’m up early with the birds word
Puttin’ that work in, parrelli’s on the Porsche chirpin’ (I’m making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin’ to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus – 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna

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Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

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Booba – Foetus (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 1]
Parti du testicule droit, plus rapide que Michael Phelps
9 mois plus tard, pas de place pour les faibles
J’irai en prison à 20 ans
Pour l’instant je suis violet comme un billet de 500
J’ai des faux flingues je te tire dessus
En maternelle je mange du sable, je me pisse dessus
J’apprends à chasser comme un petit lionceau
Plus tard tu viendras me voir pour ta conso
Encore trop jeune pour qu’on me traite de sale renoi
Je me sens proche des negros plus noirs que moi
École primaire, élève de classe moyenne
Pour être au top je deviendrai mi-homme mi-hyène
J’ai peur du noir, du croque-mitaine
J’ai la trique devant les clips de Farmer Mylène
Je vois l’Afrique à la télévision
"Elle meurt peu à peu", disent ils dans leurs chansons

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 2]
Très tôt je pars au bled, je reviens marqué
Blessé, je rentre en France pour les maquer
Public Enemy la sonorité
Je ne tolère ni uniforme, ni autorité
Ils ont Canal + en décrypté
Je fais mes courses aux puces, je suis dans la street à kritker
Pas de relation stable, elles viennent je les baise
Je dois rester focus, je monte sur tous les dièses
Les plus sages me disent de me ranger
Mais je suis déter’ sur le ter-ter, pas prêt de changer
Mylène Farmer ne me fait plus bander
Mc Hammer ne me fait plus danser
Par contre la rue me fera chanter
Elle me détruirera, me le dira, m’y fera penser
Je ne sais que mordre, on m’a interdit de lécher
Je veux pas de ton poisson, je veux que tu m’apprennes à pêcher

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 3]
100-8 Zoo, les négros veulent B2O
Flow de grizzli, je rappe so easily
Meneur, leader, black entrepreneur
Inspiré par Martin Luther et Shawn Carter
La street mon premier amour
J’ai du la tromper, mais je l’aimerai toujours
Je me devais de communiquer
Ma self-education, ma rage de guerrier soninké
Des bancs de la school, au port de la cagoule
Des crayons de couleurs, aux uzis mitrailleurs
Flash back ! Du landeau à la Maybach
Du premier esclave au premier président black
J’ai souffert, d’autres ont souffert beaucoup plus
Pour eux je dechaîne l’enfer, les degrés Celsius
A César j’esquisse un rictus
Incline-toi devant le purple foetus

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Alizee – La Guerre En Dentelles (5 Album)

Entre filles ça dézingue
Ça se règle à coups de flingue
Et ça en fait du Bang Bang
Entre filles ça se déglingue
Et c’est la loi de la jungle
Poupée vaudou, coup d’épingle
Entre filles c’est dingue

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Entre filles ça tangue
Ça s’uppercut, ça s’étrangle
Ça joue à la guerre des gangs
Entre filles sonne le gong
Sur le ring ça fait Ding Dong
C’est d’la boxe, pas du ping-pong
Entre filles ça gronde

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Soudain à ta porte sonne le gong
Dans ton judas la Joconde
Dans tes bras tombe une blonde
Elle a largué son King Kong
Ici ta rancoeur sucombe
Fini la guerre, l’hécatombe
On désamorce les bombes
Fini la guerre des nerfs
On récupère
On se rabiboche sur le dos d’un garçon

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Twisted Insane – The Return (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Intro: Twisted Insane]
Round Seven…

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
It’s the return
Tell me when the fuck is everybody finna learn
Ain’t nobody on my level he could be the devil i don’t gas shit to give them burn
Ain’t nobody wanna murder with the venom I’ll V-S a nigga, really want his turn
Send him on a mission nigga better listen if a nigga don’t then put him in an urn
I’m Godzilla
Adios a nigga mamacita when the fuck I tell em pull up on me get em in there with a 9 and then we met up at the rear roofing
Tried to hit the elevator comin’ to my floor got a couple rolled when I’m bout to blow
Hit the hallway then turn right, it’s no 210

[Bridge: Sarg Barz Reaction Video]
Whoohohoho!
That shit, WHAT!
This motherfucker is the truth bro’!
I can’t even like what..
I can’t fathom how fucking amazing this guy is bro’!
Why does he?.. he doesn’t get as much attention as other rappers…

[Verse 2]
It’s the return of the demon from the underground ain’t nobody higher
Get the sherm and I’m about to shit on niggas everybody steppin’ in the fire
I’m the top and I never drop might as well just go ahead and call me (sire?)
I’m the King Kong you the ping pong i am mordor (for the wire?)
Admire
Brainsick with the takeover holla redruM
Everybody wanna go again and get (?)
They ain’t ready you can tell it runnin’ from the fade and shootin’ for the face i got em tryna hit the gate and murder was the case and when you went to (run em?) another demented
Good riddance
Chop a nigga like i’m Jim Duggan with the hacksaw
Better back off fore’ i hack off nigga’s (?) like a rag doll

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Future – That’s A Check (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

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Future – That’s A Check Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

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Chief Keef – Loose

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
No USPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

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Chief Keef – Loose (feat. Lil Reese) letras

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

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Chief Keef – Loose Lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga