
Fookah Chief Keef
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[Intro]
GGP
Ooh, lolli ooh
I'm still high
I pull up stuntin’
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion
Sosa on the beat
[Chorus]
Ayy, I pull up stuntin’
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin’ funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
[Verse 1]
I’ve been smokin’ on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don’t try me, pussy, don’t go there
You better watch your hoe
Cause’ she give me top so well
All the Keke’s call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I’m ringin’ like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe, give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
GGP
Ooh, lolli ooh
I'm still high
I pull up stuntin’
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion
Sosa on the beat
[Chorus]
Ayy, I pull up stuntin’
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin’ funky
The cops pulled over me
They say they ass smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
[Verse 1]
I’ve been smokin’ on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don’t try me, pussy, don’t go there
You better watch your hoe
Cause’ she give me top so well
All the Keke’s call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I’m ringin’ like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe, give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
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