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It's More
by Chief Keef
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For blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
All I see green, green, nothing in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, love broccoli I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Aye I roll off with that gwap, like beep beep
You don't got it like me but yo bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats
I know I was driving but I was running up the streets
I walked up in the club, they don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience, don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna see where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with a check on 1, 2, 3, 3
For blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that blue's clues?
If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head
Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy I got my rocket
I gave my tech to ya'll, you know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like Mousse, Rudolph where you going?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcano, I don't want chicken wings
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
For blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
All I see green, green, nothing in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, love broccoli I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Aye I roll off with that gwap, like beep beep
You don't got it like me but yo bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats
I know I was driving but I was running up the streets
I walked up in the club, they don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience, don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna see where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with a check on 1, 2, 3, 3
For blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that blue's clues?
If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head
Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy I got my rocket
I gave my tech to ya'll, you know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like Mousse, Rudolph where you going?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcano, I don't want chicken wings
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
