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Lyrics
[Hook]
I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I'm sippin' right now, don't even touch me
No, I'm not sippin' slow
Just pass me the ball
I'ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I'm out there gettin' dough
Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
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"Empty" is a song by Chief Keef from the album Two Zero One Seven, released in 2017. The song was written by Chief Keef. It was produced by Chief Keef.
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New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I'm surrounded by a bunch of new shit
[Hook]
I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a fuck, nigga
Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga
At the top it's just us, nigga
If you ain't with us, we don't really fuck with you
I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don't think I'm stayin' sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over
[Hook]
I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
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