
Alot Now Chief Keef (Ft. Tray Savage)
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[Intro: Chief Keef]
Holiday
They know how I rock
Izze The Producer
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This is Sosa class, boy, go and get your notes out
Yo' outcome ain't income, then you ain't gettin' no clout
I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out
I be poppin' tags, lookin' at 'em, I'on know about
I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how
When I ride past, bitches see me, they like, "Oh, wow"
Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go "Pow-Pow!"
I ain't have much then but I got a lot now
[Verse: Tray Savage]
Glo Gang, free the guys, screamin', "Fuck the jakes" (300)
Ain't no talkin' with these shells, they all in your face (savage)
Have them greet you with them nines, stay right in yo place (savage)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This is Sosa class, boy, go and get your notes out
Yo' outcome ain't income, then you ain't gettin' no clout
I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out
I be poppin' tags, lookin' at 'em, I'on know about
I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how
When I ride past, bitches see me, they like, "Oh, wow"
Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go "Pow-Pow!"
I ain't have much then but I got a lot now
[Intro: Chief Keef]
Holiday
They know how I rock
Izze The Producer
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This is Sosa class, boy, go and get your notes out
Yo' outcome ain't income, then you ain't gettin' no clout
I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out
I be poppin' tags, lookin' at 'em, I'on know about
I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how
When I ride past, bitches see me, they like, "Oh, wow"
Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go "Pow-Pow!"
I ain't have much then but I got a lot now
[Verse: Tray Savage]
Glo Gang, free the guys, screamin', "Fuck the jakes" (300)
Ain't no talkin' with these shells, they all in your face (savage)
Have them greet you with them nines, stay right in yo place (savage)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
This is Sosa class, boy, go and get your notes out
Yo' outcome ain't income, then you ain't gettin' no clout
I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out
I be poppin' tags, lookin' at 'em, I'on know about
I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how
When I ride past, bitches see me, they like, "Oh, wow"
Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go "Pow-Pow!"
I ain't have much then but I got a lot now
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