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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Calvin Joseph Gillen
Calvin Joseph Gillen
Songwriter
Trapblancobeatz
Trapblancobeatz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DotMidorii
DotMidorii
Producer
Trapblancobeatz
Trapblancobeatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These bitches act local and think global
Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show you
What you want to drink? I know you hate being sober
And I know all these **** hate Chief Sosa
I'm cruising in my 'Rari with my Louis loafers
Bitch, I'm a Rastafari, I'm a toolie toter
Wish a **** would try to screw me over
Now I got blood on my Louis loafers
I wear thousand-dollar belts 'cause I'ma rich ****
Nina like a boxer bitch the way she hit ****
Shoes cost a bunch of shit, look at my kicks, ****
I could've bought a ass for my bitch, ****
I'm off this Actavis, it got me leanin' over
I poured a four of purple in some peach soda
Your boyfriend an opp, for me, Nina blow him
You was on the phone with him, sucking my dick, and he ain't even know it
[Verse 2]
I ain't even try to
You wanna Glo up, baby, Keef got you
You's a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato
Baby, I'm the owner, you can be my castle
Baby, 'cause I like you
Only reason I text you and why I Skype you
I just wanna fuck on you, I don't wanna wife you
But you gotta brush your teeth and do what I say do
[Verse 3]
Bitch, can you hear me?
Keep your pussy in park, no 360
That boy said he getting guap, no he didn't
I'm Almighty Sosa, it's complete mission
I'm nowhere around you
I'm high off this Earth I can't come back down to
Baby, this a song, I just thought I'd tell you
I would send you off, but I don't wanna mail you
[Verse 4]
I don't wanna smell you
'Cause I'ma cut you off quicker than I met you
I'ma swipe your name up off my schedule
And if smoke this blunt, girl, I'm gon' forget you
I ain't even playing though
I make bitches fly like Peter Pan do
That's why I just ask you
You's a alcoholic, I ain't got no time for you
Is you off the molly?
If I book your flight, is you gonna top me?
Okay, you got me
I don't love no thotties
Written by: Calvin Gillen, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Keith Cozart
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