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Keith Cozart, (born August 15, 1995) better known by his stage name Chief Keef, is an American rapper from Chicago, Illinois. He has signed a major record deal with Interscope Records, and is the CEO of his own record label Glory Boys Entertainment. and his debut album Finally Rich will be released on December 18, 2012. He calls himself Sosa, which is a reference to former Chicago Cubs player Sammy Sosa. more »

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F*ck Boy, ayy, bumbaclot boy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Say one thing then we gon'
Be on your block boy
(bang, dududuh, ayy, bang, dududuh)
Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy
(Beep, beep, dududuh, beep, Glo Gang)
F*ck boy, toting some Glock boy
(Beeep, beep, beep, dududuh)
F*ck boy (Beep) bumbaclot boy (Skrt)
Bumbaclot boy (Dududuh, skrt)
Ayy, ayy (Skrt) dududuh (F*ck boy, ayy)
Bang, dududuh, bang, dududuh, ayy, ayy
Bang, ayy

I'm smokin' strong ass pack and shit
(F*ck boy)
My niggas come through wackin' shit
Bad bitches rub my back and shit
Like the police, they always ask me shit
I be addin' shit, subtractin' shit (Fff beep)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' shit
(Sos' baby)
I bet motherfuckers wanna know how
Big my mansion is (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck nigga just glance at it
(Ayy, dududuh)

Ayy, f*ck boy, bumbaclot boy (Bumbaclot boy)
Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy
Ayy (We on yo block boy)
We them Glo Gang hotboys (Hotboy, gang)
Come through killin' shit and
They can't stop us (Dududuh, nah)
So run your block up (Block up)
I'm comin' through with all nine
Glocks and choppers
(Skrt skrt, skuduskuh, dududuh)
And ain't nobody gettin' locked up (Nah)
We ain't snitchin' and you niggas not us
(Nah, nah) sendin' shit like mailmans
(Like mailmans, dududuh)
Ten niggas in one lil caravan
(One lil caravan, dududuh)
Lotta tools and a couple of handy men
(Couple of handy men, dududuh)
Come through bustin' at you
Better duck when you hear the man (Dududuh)
I'm glo'd up like a candle, man
(Glo'd up like a candle, man, ayy)
And my chain carry no diamonds, that lil man
(That lil man, bling)
And I bet your bitch a happy camper, man
(Happy camper, man, thot)
She give brain like she
Got a happy temperament
(Happy temperament, yeah)
For f*ck boys I am Casper (I am Casper, ayy)
They say what up and I look past 'em
(F*ck, ayy)
I got a AK with a dagger (Dududuh, bang)
And I'ma shoot your ass up
Then I'ma stab you up
(Bang bang bang, dududuh)
Almighty spectacular (Bang, Almighty)
In the stu late night
Buying beats like I'm Dracula (Almighty)
Let a nigga act like he tryna fight me
Then I'ma light him up (Bang, dududuh)
'Member when I used to ain't have shit
Now I got the finest stuff (Nah, fff beep)

I'm smokin' strong ass pack and shit
(Fff beep beep)
My niggas come through wackin' shit
(Bang, dududuh)
Bad bitches rub my back and shit (Thots)
Like the police, they always ask me shit
(For what?)
I be addin' shit, subtractin' shit (Fff beep)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' shit (yeah)
I bet motherfuckers wanna know how
Big my mansion is
(Ayy, ayy, like what? ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck nigga just glance at it
(Ayy, haha)

I'm winning, no pretending (Nah)
Windows tinted
(yeah) , none of my cars rented (Nah)
I could spend it
(Dududuh) , so I can spend it (Bih, bih)
Smokin' Tooka when I'm reminiscin'
(Bang, dududuh)
Pull up on your block like skrr
(Skrt skrt skuduskuh)
F*ck niggas gon' freeze up like burr
(Nah nah, burr)
I like lean, I don't want no beer
(Nah nah, no beer)
I'm eighteen, I don't want no beer
(Nah, I don't want no beer)
Six thots wouldn't fit one me
(6 thots wouldn't fit one Almighty)
Glock 18, ain't need to be dumb with me
(Bang, dududuh) try to come up in here
Turn your ass to lunch beef
(Bang bang, dududuh)
Lotta fire what you gonna see
(Dududuh, bang, dududuh)
I still like my bitch conceited
(I still like my bitch conceited)
Still 300 O'Block 'till I'm bleeding
(Still 300 O'Block 'till I'm dead)
We still in the streets killin' oppositions
(I ain't killin', niggas dead)
I'm coolin' in the stu
Tryna make me a billion
(Tryna get me a billion)
Throw your set up, throw your gats up
(Gats up) throw the wrong gat up then
You get smacked up (Smacked up)
Throw the wrong set up then
You get stretched up (Bang bang, dududuh)
I got a small circle, I done lessed up
(Lessed up, bang)
But I got shooters in Miami
(Shooters in Miami, ayy, bang)
Got shooters in Los Angeles
(Shooters in Los Angeles, ayy, bang)
Got shooters in Alabama
(Shooters in Alabama, ayy, bang)
Shoot your concert up and
Leave nothing but cameras (Bang, dududuh)

I'm smokin' strong ass pack and shit (Ayy)
My niggas come through wackin' shit (Ayy)
Bad bitches rub my back and shit (Ayy)
Like the police, they always ask me shit
I be addin' shit, subtractin' shit (Ayy)
Lately, I been on some relaxin' shit
I bet motherfuckers wanna know how
Big my mansion is (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let me tell a f*ck nigga just glance at it
(Ayy, ayy) haha

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