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Chief Keef - LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE Lyrics



Chief Keef - LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mike WiLL Made It ]

Y'all know what it is, nigga
GBE, baby, know how the f*ck we rockin'
Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack
All these motherf*ckin' diamonds on me, burr, bling
Yeah
I know y'all be sitting back like
So ain't on none of that clout shit
We don't do shit for clout
We don't pull up just to stunt, nigga
We just pull up and stunt, nigga, ayy

Watch just glisten, shit, we still kickin' (ayy)
Pull up to the 'Rari lot (skrrt), in some white linen (ayy)
On some pig shit skin 'em (doo-doo-doo), thousand dollar denim (skrrt)
Three thousand dollar pipe (skrrt), you can get hit with 'em, uh
Shells let off we've done it (bang), nigga, we just did 'em (bang, bang)
Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em
And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got the rhythm
No, I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel then appeal him
I'm blastin' off, blastin' off in a NASCAR (yeah)
They askin' why I bought it, it's a fast car (it's a fast car)
Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot
I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar (come here)
Car steady goin', this bitch can't even stop (skrrt)
We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops (they cops)
Pourin' up that 'Wock, shit make me flock
Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the car
Oh he muslim, he believe in Allah
Gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop (ha, ha)
Rippty-rippty hop (hop), skippty-dippty-clot (clot)
He feel like he real but he not (he not), you can just get we got (ayy)
I got a plane around my neck, who wanna fly?
Gang slip, bitch, pull up, you tryna try (duhduhduh, duhduhduh)
Police ass niggas callin' the other guys (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Send his ass in the up air like Bud Wise'
I just took off and they hated that shit
Gave that bitch a fourteen, told her, "Grade that shit" (grade)
Lambo look like black hair, like I braided that shit
And my name on it, I engraved that bitch
I just pulled her out, man, couldn't save that bitch
Just a couple hours, I feel like I raised that bitch (raised her)
I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit
Ridin' with my bulldog, smokin' catpiss
I got that paprika, I got Desert Eagle
I love me señorita, muy bonita, Eureka
She wanna see me, she eager
Boy, it's down this evening
You gon' be missin' the season
Want beef? Give me a reason
I used to steal out the store (ha)
Now I peel out the store (ha)
Bitch, I'm peelin' in the store
I got fifty racks and more
Sixteen ounces up in my coat
All this Off-White like I promote
You's a pendejo mayate
You's a pendejo mayate
She just put you on the block page
Don't make me get back to my block ways, ayy
I need me a mocha latte (mocha latte)
I'm in the cockpit with the pilot (I'm with the pilot)
Oh, you think you that? You not it
Bullets hit you like my watch hit (like my watch)
I got a .40 cal' to stop shit (stop)
I got a .45 to drop shit (drop)
I was sixteen with a cop stick
With a cop, but that shit not Nip (yeah)
You lookin' for love? well, it don't live here
F*ck you knockin' on the door for? (On the door for)
Almost hit you with the four-four (bop, bop, bop)
I'ma slap you with the Draco
I'm in Tokyo on dojo
I might buy a speedboat, ho (skrrt)
And you know I got the low hoes
Sosa Santa, I live in Glo Pole (Sosa Baby)
Light you up, now it's a glow show (bop)
It's lightin' up, bitch, it's a Glo pole (bang-bang-bang-bang)
She takin' pics up in a Glo room (bitch)
You gotta go, I got a show soon
I pulled the car up out the show room (skrrt)
It's just for two, it ain't got no room (no)
Burn your body in the O room (in the O)
She tryna f*ck, she went to my old school (to my old)
I start it up, sound like a old school (sound like a old school)
Kay Kay like, "Daddy, I ain't got no school" (Kay Kay)
Lil' shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool (no)
I'ma finna tell Lay, "Your dad is so cool"
I bought some sticks, but don't play no pool (no)
You live in L.A. and ain't got no pool (stupid)
You ain't street, boy, you ain't got no pull
Girl, my engine soundin' so duel, ayy (skrrt)
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Y'all know what it is, nigga
GBE, baby, know how the f*ck we rockin'
Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack
All these motherf*ckin' diamonds on me, burr, bling
Yeah
I know y'all be sitting back like
So ain't on none of that clout shit
We don't do shit for clout
We don't pull up just to stunt, nigga
We just pull up and stunt, nigga, ayy

Watch just glisten, shit, we still kickin' (ayy)
Pull up to the 'Rari lot (skrrt), in some white linen (ayy)
On some pig shit skin 'em (doo-doo-doo), thousand dollar denim (skrrt)
Three thousand dollar pipe (skrrt), you can get hit with 'em, uh
Shells let off we've done it (bang), nigga, we just did 'em (bang, bang)
Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em
And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got the rhythm
No, I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel then appeal him
I'm blastin' off, blastin' off in a NASCAR (yeah)
They askin' why I bought it, it's a fast car (it's a fast car)
Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot
I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar (come here)
Car steady goin', this bitch can't even stop (skrrt)
We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops (they cops)
Pourin' up that 'Wock, shit make me flock
Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the car
Oh he muslim, he believe in Allah
Gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop (ha, ha)
Rippty-rippty hop (hop), skippty-dippty-clot (clot)
He feel like he real but he not (he not), you can just get we got (ayy)
I got a plane around my neck, who wanna fly?
Gang slip, bitch, pull up, you tryna try (duhduhduh, duhduhduh)
Police ass niggas callin' the other guys (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Send his ass in the up air like Bud Wise'
I just took off and they hated that shit
Gave that bitch a fourteen, told her, "Grade that shit" (grade)
Lambo look like black hair, like I braided that shit
And my name on it, I engraved that bitch
I just pulled her out, man, couldn't save that bitch
Just a couple hours, I feel like I raised that bitch (raised her)
I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit
Ridin' with my bulldog, smokin' catpiss
I got that paprika, I got Desert Eagle
I love me señorita, muy bonita, Eureka
She wanna see me, she eager
Boy, it's down this evening
You gon' be missin' the season
Want beef? Give me a reason
I used to steal out the store (ha)
Now I peel out the store (ha)
Bitch, I'm peelin' in the store
I got fifty racks and more
Sixteen ounces up in my coat
All this Off-White like I promote
You's a pendejo mayate
You's a pendejo mayate
She just put you on the block page
Don't make me get back to my block ways, ayy
I need me a mocha latte (mocha latte)
I'm in the cockpit with the pilot (I'm with the pilot)
Oh, you think you that? You not it
Bullets hit you like my watch hit (like my watch)
I got a .40 cal' to stop shit (stop)
I got a .45 to drop shit (drop)
I was sixteen with a cop stick
With a cop, but that shit not Nip (yeah)
You lookin' for love? well, it don't live here
F*ck you knockin' on the door for? (On the door for)
Almost hit you with the four-four (bop, bop, bop)
I'ma slap you with the Draco
I'm in Tokyo on dojo
I might buy a speedboat, ho (skrrt)
And you know I got the low hoes
Sosa Santa, I live in Glo Pole (Sosa Baby)
Light you up, now it's a glow show (bop)
It's lightin' up, bitch, it's a Glo pole (bang-bang-bang-bang)
She takin' pics up in a Glo room (bitch)
You gotta go, I got a show soon
I pulled the car up out the show room (skrrt)
It's just for two, it ain't got no room (no)
Burn your body in the O room (in the O)
She tryna f*ck, she went to my old school (to my old)
I start it up, sound like a old school (sound like a old school)
Kay Kay like, "Daddy, I ain't got no school" (Kay Kay)
Lil' shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool (no)
I'ma finna tell Lay, "Your dad is so cool"
I bought some sticks, but don't play no pool (no)
You live in L.A. and ain't got no pool (stupid)
You ain't street, boy, you ain't got no pull
Girl, my engine soundin' so duel, ayy (skrrt)
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Writer: Keith Cozart, Bobby Brandon Jarrod, Micheal L. Williams II
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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