Mix Match Chief Keef

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[Intro]
Huh, huh, huh, two, ooh, ughghgh, hmm, yeah
[Verse 1]
Mix match, Gucci slippers (Gucci slippers, Gucci, Gucci)
Mix match, twin pistols (Twin pistols)
In Atlanta, fuckin' twin sisters (Twin sisters, yeah)
I’m a pimp like that man [?] (That man [?], yeah)
Put your shirt on a damn picture (A damn picture)
I mean put your picture on a damn shirt (A damn shirt)
Fendi FN either works (Either works, FN)
Bitch sound like a firework (Firework, aah)
I'm on the west like a fuckin' jerk (Hmm, jerk)
Pistol on my fuckin’ shirt (Fuckin' shirt)
Nigga, pull down yo fuckin' skirt (Yo fuckin' skirt)
12 gauge got fuckin' birds (Fuckin' birds)
I'm Hot Boy but my name ain't Turk (My name ain’t Turk, ayy)
Gotta be list second but my name ain’t first (My name ain't first, ayy)
Niggas booin’ me but my name ain't yours (My name ain't yours, skrt)
When hoes pull up, I tell 'em my gate don’t work (Gate don't work, ayy ayy)
Might hit my city just for some fuckin' [?] (Fuckin' [?], Chief Keef)
Might pull up on the opps in a Benz with the curtains (Curtains, skrt skrt)
We gon' hold my bands out and my bands be flirtin' (My bands be flirtin', flirtin')
I'ma D in the station, bitch, I ain't see nurtin' (Nurtin', err)
I pull up in time, man, I had to keep workin' (Workin' in)
Pictures fell out but I had to keep turnin' (Turnin' in)
Blunt ran out so I had to keep burnin' (Burnin' in, dope)
Wheels went flat but I had to keep churnin' (Churnin' in, yoon, ayy)