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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Paschall
Don Paschall
Songwriter
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Producer
DP Beats
DP Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your bitch got that wet, wet, my gun got that wet, wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet, wet
I'm of the drink, wet, wet, your dope smells like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch, you should've said that
[Verse 2]
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch, you shoulda said that
She said, she been said that, I said, I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud, but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
[Verse 3]
Who come here? You come here
Ooh, come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
[Verse 4]
Pull up on the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like it's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said, he'd peed on my wrist
Your bitch call me mad, she said she bleached all my gear
[Verse 5]
My daughter called me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These **** always mad, they wanna eat all my dip
The ops always mad, they say, Chief Keef ain't blowing shit
Until I come through blasting, like the heat ain't doin' shit
[Verse 6]
I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flaming
Watch just blinging, phone just ranging
I'm a no belt rocking, no sock rocking
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rocking
[Verse 7]
I came in the game, mane, and you know I changed it
Sosa, what's your language? Bitch, I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Want to put up your paper? I'm like, okay, cool
[Verse 8]
My favorite player Butler and I got a butler
Got a number forty, my forty'll fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him, let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
[Verse 9]
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy molly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside, I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it, hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter, I'm a shark up in the water
[Verse 10]
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
I gotta add a T
[Verse 11]
Hey, I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flaming
Watch just blinging, phone just ranging
I'm a no belt rocking, no sock rocking
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rocking
[Verse 12]
I came in the game and you know I changed it
Sosa, what's your language? Bitch, I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Want to put up your paper? I'm like, okay, cool
Written by: Keith Cozart, Don Paschall Sr.
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