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"For Play (SHIFU: Feed The Streets edition)" is a track by Chief Keef, from the album Feed The Streets, released 9th October 2015. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Goddamn, that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Let me find out you fu' I'm blamming at you (Ayy, ayy) I be with them ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang) And shells came with them, ayy, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang) I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy, ayy Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy [Verse 1] You said that them Trues, but that don't look true, ayy, ayy, ayy You said them new shoes, but them don't look new, ayy, ayy, ayy You said that's your bitch, but that bitch look fu', ayy, ayy, ayy Her bottoms not red, they really are blue, ayy, ayy, ayy Monkey see, monkey do, really Abu? Ayy, ayy I'm blessed, eating a lot of food, Beni-hachoos, ayy, ayy, ayy Niggas be talking, they plenty statues, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Tryna be like my gun, whеn did I shoot? Ayy, ayy [Chorus] Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Goddamn, that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Let me find out you fu' I'm blamming at you (Ayy, ayy) I be with thеm ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang) And shells came with them, ayy, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang) I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy, ayy Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy [Verse 2] You fu', your squad fu', I'm not fu', ayy Told that bitch, "F you, you too fu', you not cute," ayy, hold that shit I'm gonna do what I got do, ayy, who told you that shit? Not fu', I swear you been lied to, ayy This a Hermes, not no Ferragamo, hate that shit Got no child support for my baby mama, take that shit, ayy I swear I walk into money, need to rake that shit, ayy Your jewelry don't look like mine, you need to weigh that shit, ayy Ayy, or send Johnny Dang that shit, ayy I dont wanna F you, give me brain, that's it, ayy, ayy I gave you liquor, blame that shit, ayy, ayy If you fu', then hang that shit, ayy I'm speeding, I'm Sosa Andretti (110 in a 55, ayy) These niggas, they really do hate me (“Fuck Sosa, I wish he'd die,” ayy) 'Cause I get fetti, ride Bimmers and Bentleys (My Pistol ride with me, ah, ayy) Fuck niggas act like they don't hear me (My pistol make 'em hear me out, ayy) That bitch fu', I told that bitch Bitches is gon' do what bitches do, ayy, hold that shit He wanna know when he gon' get back his boo, I don't know that shit Holding on my .40 like it's booze, bitch, I tote that shit Say that's a leather, that shit fu' I spent two thousand up on a leather, feel like moose, ayy, ayy I got thirty in my Beretta, I'ma spray it like moose, ayy, ayy Shoot everything from A-Z, I am Papoose, hey, ayy [Chorus] Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Goddamn, that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Ayy, damn that shit fu', ayy Damn that shit fu', ayy, ayy Let me find out you fu' I'm blamming at you (Ayy, ayy) I be with them ani-mammals (Gang, gang, gang) And shells came with them, ayy, hand them to you (Bang, bang, bang) I looked at your shoes, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy, ayy Just looked at your jewels, like, "Damn, that shit fu'," ayy, ayy
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