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Chief Keef

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hiding Lyrics - Chief Keef

What do you want? I got choppers, I got gwala 

I got partners, send you to the doctor 

I got guns, singing like opera 

And my partners, they got money 

We ain't for nu'uh 

Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa 

What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? 

Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding 

And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding 

 

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I got my pistol, that's my issue 

My pistol get you, it got that grip too 

I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you 

And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle 

All of these niggas, they pretenders 

Act like they with you, they out to get you 

So don't trust them, so don't love them 

They want your spot, they want your hustle 

You flex and they want your muscle 

Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle 

Bitches calling me, they want my time 

 

But I'm chasing all this money runnin' 

 

I got choppers, I got gwala 

I got partners, send you to the doctor 

I got guns, singing like opera 

And my partners, they got money 

We ain't for nu'uh 

Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa 

What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? 

 

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Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding 

And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding 

 

What do you want? Where are you going? 

What you doing, if you ain't getting money? 

I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas 

I got my llama, so nigga don't try us 

I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you 

Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch 

And throwing cash up at you 

I threw some cash up at you 

Cause you need to catch up 

You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya 

You in the red line, that's the dead line 

You ain't got my money on time 

 

Then that's your head mon 

Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin' 

Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion 

 

I got choppers, I got gwala 

I got partners, send you to the doctor 

I got guns, singing like opera 

And my partners, they got money 

We ain't for nu'uh 

Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa 

What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money? 

Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding 

And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding 

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