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TESTO - Chief Keef - Gated

VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Chief Keef - Gated




Yeah Sosa

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah

Yeah, Sosa, Soulja

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja






Court in Miami, they petty case me

FN with me, like my lady

He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately

Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated

Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes

Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest

Bitch I upgraded, ayy, she Ace of Spade it, yeah

Never debate it, ayy, we get to sprayin'

It's 11AM, a nigga still up

Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once

I get it done, let's have some fun

Shootout your dread, now it's a bun

Boy when we come, you better run

What is to you, I am the one

Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park

RIP Dart, rip you apart

She don't like when it fart, I told her I do

Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe

Won't stop at you, actin' a fool

I see you fu', catch you with two

I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce

Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually

I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity

Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi

Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters

They said I couldn't do it, tell 'em I do this

They boy alley-oop me, I shine like a ruby

More clips than a movie, I need a movie

I'm in the club makin' a movie

Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid

Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet

My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah

I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze

When I say 'choo, fifty times two

Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new

She skatin' the coupe, okay new new

Come play the flute, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm in the mood, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

How can I lose? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Eat ramen noodles, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Count me some loot, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hop in the booth, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Your shit stupid, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Might hallelujah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gettin' the pad, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gettin' the bag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I love to swag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Don't mean to brag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pants is tight, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Still tote FN, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I ain't your friend, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy

You ain't my mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pants cost a grand, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Paid her with a gram, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Bout to buy me some land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

As soon as I land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Think he breakin' in, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Get hit with the fan, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ain't talkin' FN, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Eagle ball at your mans, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

The hawk finna land, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Fall off of the Benz, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no

I'm really the man, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I should hit France, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Just to get pants, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Louis my lens, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

We get them hands, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah, kick in the door

I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah, I'm trained to blow

I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang, we at O

Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door, bring the K to the door

13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn't fold under Bo

7 years old, runnin' through the O, pickin' my nose

Jumped in front of, knife for my mama, she was fightin' some ho

Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga, what? Right in the throat

Mama did fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags

Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass, life it was fast

Wake up and stretch, mixed call from my ex, she talkin' 'bout sex

I gotta check, check on the check, where is it at? Ayy






I'm with the gang, we shoot F&N's

I catch you lackin', one in his chin

Hollow tips, he won't walk again

Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again

Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow

Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow

Got a Huracán and a Murciélago

Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto

Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo

Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle

Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang

Money Gang, that's my gang

Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh

Trap three, nigga one more time

One AK, one of a kind

1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'

Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line

Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'

Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind

Grab your bitch, hit her from behind

Ayy, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)

Put the red bricks in a Rover, ayy

Said I pull up and stunt

Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck

Call up Pablo Escobar, ayy

Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ayy

Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ayy

Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar

Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby

Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady

Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me

Ayy, I whip it up like babies

Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately

They ain't gated, mansion gated

Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

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