Blurry Lyrics - Chief Keef

Ask grandma for fifty, grandma she gave me a hundred 

I ran off with the money, then brought back some money 

Smoking green dope shit reekin like fried onions 

I take any money, hoes, money, hoes, money 

I be trapping, I ain't lacking, nigga I ain't worried 

I will let my Glock blow, nigga I ain't scared 

I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain't Curry 

Check out my watch nigga my diamonds nigga, they ain't blurry 

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I was in volcanos eating on some curry 

But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that's Eddy Curry 

I'm still smoking loud even though you hear me 

Bitch I'm in the field White Sox Paul Konerko 

Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario 

To that bitch that gave me head last night nerdy ho 

Throwing money in the club I'm a pitcher run your's up 

And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty ho 

Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal 

White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios 

Shoot the red guts out a nigga [?] material 

Bitch I'm trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio 

White 'vette, pull up red interior 

Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearing ya 

Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearing ya 

Hollows hit your face it's bacteria 

Bitch I'm trapping out the hemi-a 

Bitch I'm trapping with the semi tucked 

Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up 

Nigga said can he be Glo I'm not feeling ya 

Bitch I'm in the trap I'm counting all these silly bucks 

Dirty money, but it came in clean as fuck 

All this jewelry on got me blinging up 

Nigga want war, tell him send it up 

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