Chief Keef War

Chief Keef WarListen To this new Track from Chief Keef, the track is titled ‘War’. View some of the lyrics from Chief Keef to the song ‘War’ below (remember these are not the official lyrics): [Verse 1] Nigga fuck yo momma, she should’ve wore a condom Pull up in that Rarri, burning off this rubber Niggas undercover so you know I can’t trust them I be smokin’ earth boy, you be smokin bubba The bitch like Benihanas, took that bitch to McDonalds I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas If you want some beef boy, I’m a be your farmer I might be your father, Ball like Penny Hardaway Judge tryna lock me up, cause my pee look darker But that ain’t

gonna solve nothing, weed solve my problem Guns for my armor, Out the cut like barbers, got niggas forest gumpin’ [Smokin’ on this Compton] Smoking on this Compton, but bitch I’m in Chi-Raq Where if you disrespect me at, bitch that’s where you die at All these fucking lab rats, now I got my mouse trap Niggas wanna fake kick, wanna know where my house at That life he ain’t bout [that,] , I’m ’bout pushing scalps back Pull up on yo block bitch, let my Niggas Out That Foreign car, Clout That, I’m high off this Tooka

pack, I’m high off this Aiki pack, I’m high off this Tu-Tu pack, Smoking on that Jay Loud, Smoking on that FatHead Run up on 46, leave a nigga flat dead Shoot a 47, flying off like batman Boy I got a bag bitch, put that bag on that head I’m high off this Chief Keef, got me feeling superman That bitch called called chief keef G. Bitch I’m not no MuBu man All these damn friendemies, I’mma call up PooPoo man I got niggas in these street they fuck around and do you, man I’m rich hallelujah man

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