Chief Keef - Barry Bonds lyrics

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Chief Keef - Barry Bonds lyrics

I know that these streets don't love me I know that these b**hes don't love me I know that these n***as don't love me Where you were when we were on front street Phony love, these n***as filled with phony love Gotta keep doing the sh** that shorties love I ain't got no time, hurry up All that dirt, I'm running on Barry Bonds b**h call me daddy b**hes older than me call me Daddy I'm movin' on up, George Jefferson I ain't Lil Mouse but I got hella bands Skinny jeans but I used to wear baggy You a scooby doo you are Shaggy That sh** you be talking - irrevelant Been knocking at the door, bout to let 'em in She steady talking 'bout she celibate Still gon' f** me because my necklace bling And I'm counting check after check Phone keep going off and I lettin' it ring n***a you fake can't cover that up Get your clique and huddle dat up Say she wanna ride told her back dat up Told me slow down, told her shut that up Take a b**h dreams and wet that up Bro got a plan told him set that up If you fall down n***a get back up My ex just said she wanna kick back up I know that these streets don't love me I know that these b**hes don't love me I know that these n***as don't love me Where you were when we were on front street Phony love, these n***as filled with phony love Gotta keep doing the sh** that shorties love I ain't got no time, hurry up All that dirt, I'm running on Barry Bonds The dope got me light I was hitting a b**h she was light Always wanted to be like Mike Now the kids wanna be like me But you not on my speed f**in' on the beat, that's Sunny D So Chief Keef finish on your feet 'Fore you leave b**h brush your teeth Walked in the club using my fake No Betty Crocker, got hella cake I'm the burger king, having it my way 4-5 with the 38 in my bank You can't get sh** up on my tray Long as my kids do what I say You gotta be careful with' what you say n***a you was in the court the other day I know that these streets don't love me I know that these b**hes don't love me I know that these n***as don't love me Where you were when we were on front street Phony love, these n***as filled with phony love Gotta keep doing the sh** that shorties love I ain't got no time, hurry up All that dirt, I'm running on Barry Bonds

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