CHARGED UP
Mike WiLL Made It, Chief Keef
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(Damn, son where'd you find this?) (Mike WiLL Made-It) Who that pullin' out out the bank in Lamborghini, boy? Ayy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) My son think that I'm a genie, boy, ayy These niggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy My wrist, this that Fiji, boy, yeah Knockin' on your window with a squeegee, boy (bah) Ayy, talkin' dirty, make us clean it, boy Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreamin', boy I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy (real trap shit) I just make that shit look easy Put two watches on and named 'em Mario, Luigi Told 'em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy (ayy, lean, lean, lean) Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you It's Alaska when I bring the jewelry through Ayy, it's Tokyo when I pull the truck up This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the f*ck up (shh) Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup If they pick me up, we innocent, ayy (ayy, ayy) I take dope like Benadryl, ayy (ayy, ayy) Stupid, rest them imbeciles Goin' dumb like I ain't never been to school, ayy (beep, beep, beep, beep) In the hard top, watch me lift the roof, ayy (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) In a heartbeat, she gon' pick and choose, ayy (bitch) We'll check your ass, now you a swoosh, ayy (check your ass, now you a swoosh) Sippin' on a four of juice (sippin' on a four of juice) Shoes Off-White, but they not white Call a plumber, its a thirty stuck in the pipe They ain't movin' right, we gon' get 'em right Higher than a penthouse is what I'm feelin' like You say you was a killer, hmm Now you snitchin', hmm Act like you know the streets, should've minded your business Get up off my dick and go find some bitches Niggas be actin' like they street, steady lyin' to bitches Truck got seven speeds Went to get in it, I forgot my keys You love me? Baby, please And that ain't hard to believe You just goin' for what you believe 'Cause my wrist always on bling Ain't shit fallin' but some leaves Ayy, make a new bitch history I'm cool as I can be Wipe the shades off, I couldn't see Ayy, you said them Gucci shades with a C It's somethin' wrong with your G My gas tank on F, ayy, your gas tank on E She like, "You in a Lamb', tryna be lowkey" Smoke O, but don't know Rome' What it's gon' be what it's gon' be (damn) Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new (damn) Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you (damn) It's Alaska when I bring the jewelry through (damn) Ayy, it's Tokyo when I pull the truck up This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the f*ck up Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup (This Chicago, nigga)
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Written by: Keith Cozart, Michael L. Williams II
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