Album Cover Picking Big Sean Up (Bonus Track)

Picking Big Sean Up (Bonus Track)

Chief Keef

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Sah, this shit go hard

Ayy, Sah, I fuck with you shorty (ayy, ayy)

I swear to God shorty, on foenem grave nigga

Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger

Oh, what do you know? It′s a rich ass nigga

Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper

Hidin' from the crazy hoe, why? She might harass us

On my dick flashin′, gassed up in the master

Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her

Left wrist plasma

My chains give me asthma (bling)

Yeah, I love my hoes but I don't love them that much to harass them (no)

Man, these bitches irri′

She want a Panamera

Pull the ′cat and trackhawk out, it's Tia & Tamera

Ayy, felonies

Ayy, I got feloniеs

Ayy, I smoke hella weed

Ayy, plug send thе work, don′t mail it to me

Ayy, bring the bands out

Ayy, I can make a hoe louder

Ayy, lil' nigga, what′s the matter?

Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new blader, ayy

Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder

Nigga was angry, pull up the whips then he got madder, ayy

Got the Urus doin' 220, can′t go no faster

All these chains up on my neck but I own my masters

Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling, bling, bling

Un un, ayy, ayy, ayy, un un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm a big timer

Now, bitch, time's up

Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart but it′ll pick Big Sean up

Pockets on big momma

Tell me what they on, and I′m on

Pull up in a Lamb', bitch, no propaganda, we gon′ be wavin' llamas

I still fry bologna

This lil′ bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the corner

I just pulled up in that sports truck with my brothers Jonas

Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies

She be fuckin′ homies, when I was broke, I was never lonely

The police think they run up on me, bitch, I ain't got nothin' on me

Thought they was gonna get my .40

Cops tried to kill me as a juvie

Now, I got a car like Birdman

Movin′ to the A, I′ma ride a Dually

Nigga you oochie-couchie

Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie

And we got cinematic clips, nigga, you come join this Groovy movie

The bitch got booty-booty, I′m like Suhki-Suhki

I'm a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and said, "Ooh, he bougie"

Gang, gang, gang, ayy

Gang, gang, gang, huh phew

Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew

Gang, gang, gang, phew phew

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh

Gang, gang, gang, wooh