lirik lagu chief keef - 3hunna (album version)
[intro]
young chop on the beat
sosa baby, you know i’m rockin baby
gbe, o’block, bang bang
n-gga i’m three hunna, bang
[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n-gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack pow, now he running
don’t be f-ckin wit my youngins
them n-ggas be drumming
they take ya -ss down
sh-t we need them bricks or something
keep this sh-t one hunna
i keep this sh-t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
[verse 1: chief keef]
a f-ck n-gga don’t wanna be it (no)
no, no, i like my b-tch conceited (my b-tch conceited)
i’m sosa, b-tch chief keef, yeah (sosa baby)
my gun, don’t make me beat it (bang bang)
i’m cooling wit my young n-ggas (wit my young n-ggas)
a lot of kush, a lot of guns n-gga (a lot of guns n-gga)
you see you us you better run n-gga (better run n-gga)
bullets hot like the sun n-gga (pow)
she like sosa, i’m a big fan (i’m a big fan)
b-tch i’m leaning like a kickstand (kickstand)
i’m high, i’m smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
f-ck a tooka gang b-tch, i’m 3hunna (bang bang bang)
[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n-gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack pow, now he running
don’t be f-ckin wit my youngins
them n-ggas be drumming
they take ya -ss down
sh-t we need them bricks or something
keep this sh-t one hunna
i keep this sh-t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
[verse 2: rick ross]
my dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh)
we bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (n-gga)
driving a bentley through the battle field (huh)
got more money than my haters, how them n-ggas feel? (whoo)
slide when you rep that other side
i swear to god its like my.45 just come to life
gamble in vegas, i know the maloofs (huh)
they took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
duck taping your clique, so show me the loot
i’m smoking the sh-t my n-gga be growing for snoop (huh)
we got the hood locked worth a 100 mill
need 250 more, double m this sh-t for real
[hook: chief keef]
i’m cooling wit my youngins
and what we smoke one hunna
but n-gga i’m three hunna
cl!ck clack pow, now he running
don’t be f-ckin wit my youngins
them n-ggas be drumming
they take ya -ss down
sh-t we need them bricks or something
keep this sh-t one hunna
i keep this sh-t three hunna
i pull up in that audi
you pull up in that honda
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