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Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It - DAMN SHORTY (feat. Sexyy Red) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
He like, "How you fit that ass in them pants?"
You want to see me but you better have them bands
I'm with my bitches, so you gotta bring some friends
I'ma dog, I ain't tryna do the romance
[Refrain]
Damn, shorty
Damn, shorty
Damn, shorty
Damn, shorty
Damn, shorty
Damn, shorty
[Verse 1]
How you fit the Glock in them tight ass pants, shorty?
They like, "How you get it? Damn, shorty"
How you pullin' up in the Lamb', shorty?
Mans like, "Who that at the door?", My damn shorty
We'll shoot yo' ass while you on cam, shorty
We can't get you, we gon' get your fam, shorty
I'm like Tracy, come out, cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, we a ram, shorty
I can't come to your city, I'm finna land, shorty
I pop your wig, throwing hands, shorty
I turn yo' ass a new strand, shorty
I'm off Tooka, we don't do the Xans, shorty
Damn, shorty, damn, shorty
Make a chopper sing, Big Baby Dram, shorty
We'll catch her in the club, Sam, shorty
Get to sprayin' cooking butter, Pam, shorty
Damn, shorty, damn, shorty
We just watchin' out for Uncle Sam, shorty
They like, "Sosa, when you get that Lamb', shorty?"
You already know what I am, shorty
[Chorus]
He like, "How you fit that ass in them pants?"
You want to see me but you better have them bands
I'm with my bitches, so you gotta bring some friends
I'ma dog, I ain't tryna do the romance
[Verse 2]
I'm a real fine bitch, and I got that bag
Hoes don't play with me 'cause I get on they ass
I like to hop up in my car and drive it fast
Ain't pulling over, we outside, fuck the tags
My coochie good, that's why I got two baby dads
I hate a lying ass ****, I'll flash
Don't turn me up, you know I get to acting bad
I tell my hoes when you with me to wear a mask
Yeah, I'm rich but I like to chill out on the block
He want to hang with me but he ain't got no Glock
I'm doing donuts while I'm pulling off the lot
And I ain't hiding from these bitches, fuck the opps
[Verse 3]
Damn, shorty, damn, shorty
You should already know I'ma bring my gang, shorty
You already know I don't tuck no chains, shorty
You can't hang, shorty, you tuck your chain, shorty
You was tryna hang, shorty, got your dumbass banged, shorty
We ain't playing 'round, shorty, this ain't no game, shorty
On a roof, feel like I'm on a crane, shorty
You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame, shorty
I was on CTA bus and a train, shorty
Never got big-headed since I got fame, shorty
You dropped your location and then we came, shorty
Before we kill you, we gon' give you that pain, shorty
They threw me in the booth, told me go insane, shorty
Got a Hermes umbrella case it rain, shorty
Riding 'round your city with me and my same shorties
Finna come ball on you, better stay in your lane, shorty
Written by: Ernest Day Jr., Janae Wherry, Keith Cozart, Michael L. Williams II
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