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ticket – chief keef lyrics

these n-gg-s ain’t official (nah!)
real n-gg- ain’t in him (hannn!)
dope all in the spine (dope!)
probably why i can’t feel ’em
too much to lose (skrt!)
probably why i ain’t did em’
gotta ball out for my dead homies
probably why i ain’t with em’
ridin’ around in this fisker
10 hunnid for this fisher
thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)
these here are official
ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

[verse 1]
walkin’ through the mall, and i’m smellin’ like dope
shoppin’ in gucci, they let me pour drink up
this convo, ain’t a ticket? then i got’s to hangup
cause i love that blue cheese, like everybody loves raymond
come up in strip club, you f-ck around get rained up
go up in my hood, you f-ck around get banged on
loud pipes when, i pull off you can hear it when i sw-ng em’
i’m in this b-tch with a black hoodie, black gucci’s; trayvon

i parked in a no park and got me a ticket
told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
man i swear these b-tches out here trippin’
if i was still in school, i’d have knots all in my d-ckies
(lets get it)


[verse 2]
free slick, n-gg-s keep talkin’ that g sh-t
n-gg-s keep talkin’ that sweet sh-t
n-gg-s ain’t talkin’ that street sh-t
b-tch my pockets on deep dish
you don’t hustle, you don’t eat sh-t
ride past you like i don’t see sh-t
i let it seek me, ion’t seek it


gucci! louis! bang

- all song lyrics by chief keef