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Chief Keef - RIDICULOUSNESS Lyrics

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Chief Keef - RIDICULOUSNESS Lyrics
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[ Featuring Ballout, Mike WiLL Made It ]

Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari)
Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari)
(What the f*ck is Dirty Nachos?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (skrrt)
Ayy (skrrt), ayy, gang, ayy (skrrt)
Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh, duhduhduh (Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
Ayy (skrrt), ayy (skrrt)

Goin' one-forty-nine in a fifty-five (yoom, fifty-five, skrrt, skrrt)
You might see me in the sky, I be really high (dope, dope, dope)
Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt)
Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (no)
Lookin' like that nigga and I feel like that (that nigga)
Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet, ayy (puff, puff, puff, puff)
Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (ftftft, beep)
Nigga, we don't fall in love with these bitches (no)
I ain't goin' out in public with these bitches (uh-uh)
She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious, ayy (uh-huh)
All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (damn) (real trap shit)
These hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous
Somebody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (it's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling)
Young nigga still on his road to riches (road to riches)
Ayy, this dumb nigga spent his cash on dope and bitches (dope and bitches)

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang)
Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt)
Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang)

Two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ayy (bling, bling)
Frozen 'cause my jewler (true)
Them ain't VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ayy (fu-fu, fool)
They sold you that in Fuji (in Fuji)
My youngin' 'nem woulda got to blowin' at the jeweler, ayy (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Sippin' a PT cruiser
You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin'
Ayy, bitches droolin' on the jewelry
Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ayy
Seven hundred horses call Polo
Nigga, we was lookin' for you, nigga, Marco Polo

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang)
Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt)
Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang)

New foreigns outside, they ain't leased
Nigga say he in his bag, not more than me
Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib
Nigga, and my mama don't even live here
Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs
Pushin' old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemeter'
Nigga, don't get put on a obituary
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Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari)
Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari)
(What the f*ck is Dirty Nachos?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (skrrt)
Ayy (skrrt), ayy, gang, ayy (skrrt)
Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh, duhduhduh (Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
Ayy (skrrt), ayy (skrrt)

Goin' one-forty-nine in a fifty-five (yoom, fifty-five, skrrt, skrrt)
You might see me in the sky, I be really high (dope, dope, dope)
Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt)
Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (no)
Lookin' like that nigga and I feel like that (that nigga)
Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet, ayy (puff, puff, puff, puff)
Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (ftftft, beep)
Nigga, we don't fall in love with these bitches (no)
I ain't goin' out in public with these bitches (uh-uh)
She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious, ayy (uh-huh)
All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (damn) (real trap shit)
These hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous
Somebody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (it's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling)
Young nigga still on his road to riches (road to riches)
Ayy, this dumb nigga spent his cash on dope and bitches (dope and bitches)

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang)
Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt)
Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang)

Two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ayy (bling, bling)
Frozen 'cause my jewler (true)
Them ain't VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ayy (fu-fu, fool)
They sold you that in Fuji (in Fuji)
My youngin' 'nem woulda got to blowin' at the jeweler, ayy (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Sippin' a PT cruiser
You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin'
Ayy, bitches droolin' on the jewelry
Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ayy
Seven hundred horses call Polo
Nigga, we was lookin' for you, nigga, Marco Polo

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang)
Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt)
Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang)

New foreigns outside, they ain't leased
Nigga say he in his bag, not more than me
Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib
Nigga, and my mama don't even live here
Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs
Pushin' old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemeter'
Nigga, don't get put on a obituary
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Ernest Day Jr., Keith Cozart, Michael L. Williams II
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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