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Booty Call
Chief Keef
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Yeah, ahem
Safe to say ain't no catching up today
If you ain't real, get the fuck away (fuck 'way)
How you a G? You scared to buss AK (buss AK)
Hit you with the butt of the Glock and it bust your face (bust your face)
Told mama want no cuss today (cuss today)
You niggas got me fucked up, so it's fuck the day (fuck the day)
You acting like you got it, lookin' rough today (rough today)
I got on a Datejust but dont know what's the day (what's the day)
And I got that Oyster with the blue face (blue face)
And I'm getting sick from counting blue faces (blue faces)
Plus, I'm sending shots like it's 2K (2K)
Screaming fuck these niggas 'cause they two-faced (two-faced)
Let off my FN, it sound like two cats (two cats)
Let them bitches fly just like a bouquet (bouquet)
And he get a temper, she like Rousey (Rousey)
I know that I ain't Jesus, call me Jose (Jose)
Hit you with this rocky, click-clack, brozay (brozay)
All these magazines, no need for roleplay (roleplay)
She told me she was straight, then she went both ways (both ways)
I told her hold the pipe, and she said okay (okay)
She told me that she love me, I said, "No way" (no way)
She tried to kiss me, had to push her face away (face away)
Up the pipe and go for the fadeaway (fadeaway)
Hit you three times, I'm them J' today (J' today)
Momma used to say I can't play today (play today)
Now I gotta see what show I play today (play today)
Make it rain up in the club, watch it get raked away (raked away)
Baby told me I got some ungrateful ways (ungrateful ways)
I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block
Ten shots from the .45 at twelve o'clock
I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot
SWAT mad they couldn't get me, and I smell like pot
One hundred dollar blunts, bitch, I smell like guap
Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop
Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops
Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box
She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box
Shawty said she crush a lot, and she creep a lot
Show your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot
I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot
These niggas ain't street much, but I'm street a lot
Full of smoke up in my chest like Abuterol
Slide on 'em late night, like a booty call
You ain't from the spot, click-clack, who is y'all?
Let you drive away, spin back, I'm doing y'all
Y'all can split this clip just in case it's two of y'all
Turned my yard to a stage, now we booing y'all
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