SHIFU

Artist: Chief Keef Album: The Leek (Vol. 8) Category: Hip Hop
Ooh, filthy

Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Goddamn, that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Let me find out you fu'
I'm blaming at you (ay, ay)
I be with them ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang)
And shells came with them, ay, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang)
I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay, ay
Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay

You said that them Trues, but that don't look true, ay, ay, ay
You said them new shoes, but them don't look new, ay, ay, ay
You said that's your bitch, but that bitch look fu', ay, ay, ay
Her bottoms not red, they really are blue, ay, ay, ay
Monkey see, monkey do, really Abu? Ay, ay
I'm blessed, eating a lot of food, Beni-hachoos, ay, ay, ay
Niggas be talking, they plenty statues, ay, ay, ay, ay
Tryna be like my gun, when did I shoot? Ay, ay

Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Goddamn, that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Let me find out you fu'
I'm blaming at you (ay, ay)
I be with them ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang)
And shells came with them, ay, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang)
I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay, ay
Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay

You fu', your squad fu', I'm not fu', ay
Told that bitch, "F you, you too fu', you not cute," ay, hold that shit
I'm gonna do what I got do, ay, who told you that shit?
Not fu', I swear you been lied to, ay
This a Hermes, not no Ferragamo, hate that shit
Got no child support for my baby mama, take that shit, ay
I swear I walk into money, need to rake that shit, ay
Your jewelry don't look like mine, you need to weigh that shit, ay
Ay, or send Johnny Dang that shit, ay
I don't wanna F you, give me brain, that's it, ay, ay
I gave you liquor, blame that shit, ay, ay
If you fu', then hang that shit, ay
I'm speeding, I'm Sosa Andretti (110 in a 55, ay)
These niggas, they really do hate me (Fuck Sosa, I wish he'd die, ay)
'Cause I get fetti, ride Bimmers and Bentleys (My Pistol ride with me, ah, ay)
Fuck niggas act like they don't hear me (My pistol make 'em hear me out, ay)
That bitch fu', I told that bitch
Bitches is gon' do what bitches do, ay, hold that shit
He wanna know when he gon' get back his boo, I don't know that shit
Holding on my .40 like it's booze, bitch, I tote that shit
Say that's a leather, that shit fu'
I spent two thousand up on a leather, feel like moose, ay, ay
I got thirty in my Beretta, I'ma spray it like moose, ay, ay
Shoot everything from A-Z, I am Papoose, hey, ay

Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Goddamn, that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Ay, damn that shit fu', ay
Damn that shit fu', ay, ay
Let me find out you fu'
I'm blaming at you (ay, ay)
I be with them ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang)
And shells came with them, ay, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang)
I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay, ay
Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ay, ay
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