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Chief Keef - Reefah [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Composer

Lyrics

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin' I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin' Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah I'mma bring the guap and I'mma bring the hoes too And I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you? Ride on yo block lookin' for you, nigga where are you? You was lookin' suspect, I ain't want to harm you Goin' real fast I can show you what the turn do Yes I was wit' yo bitch nigga that don't concern you Steam out that choppa gon' fuck around and iron you Came out the streets made it further than the block go All my vatos countin' guap, eating nachos Acting like you ride nigga 'till you hit a pothole Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on 'em macho K let off and it's sounding like a congo Go in my hood and it's sounding like a jungle Ain't been back yet I'm still running from the popo This .45 got more kick than the .44 When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin' I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin' Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah I'm sipping on [?] like Kool-Aid I love money like Jay love D'Ussé Counting big bands like hip hip hooray Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray Come get your fix fuck around, be too late Drank that you're sipping fuck around, be bool aid Chains on me look just like ice age I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid Keep sneak dissin' boy you don't wanna fight me Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y When we let shots off she was sounding feisty Plotting on shit she was sounding real heisty Lazy ass nigga always worried bout what niggas do Want to up the heat? Nigga duck 'cause I'm finna shoot Fuck around and hurt nigga have the shells ending you If you get money hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin' I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin' Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Keith Cozart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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