Whole Crowd

Chief Keef

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    I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots
    I don't like lil hoes I get old thots
    I like new gwop and old gwop
    Remember letting tools pop in o-block
    And I'm on verses that shit sold out
    I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out
    Smoking on this green dope is so loud
    I got enough tooka for the whole crowd

    Walk up in the show that shit sold out
    And we walk up in the show with poles out
    Let a nigga try me he get blown down
    Referee whistle I am so foul
    If you ain't no nigga now you know now
    I'm in my bd stance, ten toes down
    Life a roller coaster bitch it glo round
    On that scoop so I'm finna go and scoop your ho now
    When I hit the bank I am so proud
    Just got some money in and it so loud
    You smoke dirty weed that ain't no loud
    Boy that pack for kids that is so child
    Pull up on your bitch then take off wild
    I push it to the limit I'm rick ross now

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    I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots
    I don't like lil hoes I get old thots
    I like new gwop and old gwop
    Remember letting tools pop in o-block
    And I'm on verses that shit sold out
    I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out
    Smoking on this green dope is so loud
    I got enough tooka for the whole crowd

    I got enough tooka for the whole crowd
    Who wanna smoke now, I got dope now
    I got a lotta pack, lotta thrax
    Lotta x, lotta flats bitch, lotta narcotics bitch
    I pop a flat, aimin at, at your neck bitch
    Catch you lacking, should of had your asses bitch
    Pull up in that wolf this is not a lex bitch
    She like "ain't you chief keef," I'm like "yes bitch"
    Bitch nigga it's cracking
    Get up off the porch no lacking
    Ride up on you slide the door back, audience clap bitch
    We take what you taxing, split it up like magic

    I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots
    I don't like lil hoes I get old thots
    I like new gwop and old gwop
    Remember letting tools pop in o-block
    And I'm on verses that shit sold out
    I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out
    Smoking on this green dope is so loud
    I got enough tooka for the whole crowd

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