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Chief Keef - TV On Lyrics



Chief Keef - TV On Lyrics




(It's a CB beat, bitch)
(Damn, Davis, drop that bitch) boss
Ayy

You got the ammo? You want the Anna?
Better be a cheetah, better be a panther
We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras
Flew a bitch to LA from Atlanta
You niggas funny, y'all should do stand up
The heater heater turn your shit to winter
The bankroll all up on my mantle
The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck two doors up
Told the clerk you ain't done, bitch
It's two more of us, yeah
I just lost my f*ckin' cousin
Ain't no tellin' how I'll get
Don't be f*ckin' with my mulah
We'll air you 'bout this shit (Ayy)

Chief Sosa up in the cut
Feds ask about me, don't give me up
Dopey dopey, it get me rushed
Nigga say he gon' get me touched
Used to tell niggas, "Pick me up"
Used to tell bitches, "Lick me up"
Used to ride around semi'd up
Behind my foreign, there's a semi truck
Me and 'em got semis in it
Foe and 'em go dummy in it
You can't fit in the whip
Bitch, I'm actin' funny in it
Drank put my tummy in it
Dope smokes, got a onion in it
Bitches showin' they f*ckin' titties
Let's make a toast 'cause we f*ckin' did it
Glory Boys, bitch, that's the movement
Six cars and seven toolies
We know smooth, it's how to move it
Pour eight zips, yeah, that'll do it
Just f*cked a bitch named Miranda, too
And I f*cked her in my Yeezys, too
And I'm stackin' this shit up
And I put that on Jesus, too (Ayy)

Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong
(Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on
(Nah) bitch, just put your 3Ds on (yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on
(Bling, bling) , ayy (Bang)
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English

(It's a CB beat, bitch)
(Damn, Davis, drop that bitch) boss
Ayy

You got the ammo? You want the Anna?
Better be a cheetah, better be a panther
We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras
Flew a bitch to LA from Atlanta
You niggas funny, y'all should do stand up
The heater heater turn your shit to winter
The bankroll all up on my mantle
The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck two doors up
Told the clerk you ain't done, bitch
It's two more of us, yeah
I just lost my f*ckin' cousin
Ain't no tellin' how I'll get
Don't be f*ckin' with my mulah
We'll air you 'bout this shit (Ayy)

Chief Sosa up in the cut
Feds ask about me, don't give me up
Dopey dopey, it get me rushed
Nigga say he gon' get me touched
Used to tell niggas, "Pick me up"
Used to tell bitches, "Lick me up"
Used to ride around semi'd up
Behind my foreign, there's a semi truck
Me and 'em got semis in it
Foe and 'em go dummy in it
You can't fit in the whip
Bitch, I'm actin' funny in it
Drank put my tummy in it
Dope smokes, got a onion in it
Bitches showin' they f*ckin' titties
Let's make a toast 'cause we f*ckin' did it
Glory Boys, bitch, that's the movement
Six cars and seven toolies
We know smooth, it's how to move it
Pour eight zips, yeah, that'll do it
Just f*cked a bitch named Miranda, too
And I f*cked her in my Yeezys, too
And I'm stackin' this shit up
And I put that on Jesus, too (Ayy)

Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong
(Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on
(Nah) bitch, just put your 3Ds on (yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on
(Bling, bling) , ayy (Bang)
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Writer: CHRIS THOMAS BARNETT, JULIAN C DAVIS, KEITH COZART
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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