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Chief Keef - WATCH FOR THE PIGS Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mike WiLL Made It ]

(What the f*ck is Dirty Nachos?)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Ayy, put some cheese on that motherf*cker
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)

Neighbors real nosey, weed real funky, I'm a weed Junkie
Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and splat his homie
You know I got it on me, flat 'em like a Sony (real trap shit)
Burn 'em like a phony, in Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi
Okay ho, I'm outty, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy, okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil' boy, he callin' for his mommy
In a red car, gettin' head by a blondie
Chopper started laughin', I'm like this shit ain't funny
I might be wearin' a see through coat, you tryna find me
Yeah, we open (open), like a plaza (plaza)
Screen a nigga (nigga), like a plasma (plasma)
Got the pump (got the pump), like some asthma (some asthma)
Spray your block (spray your block), like a tagger (tagger)
Foot down (foot down, ayy), it's goin' faster (faster)
Football (football, football), we gon' catch 'em (catch 'em)
Fifty shots (Fifty shots, bang), it's a massacre (massacre)
Take some blood (take ya blood), bitch, it's Dracula (Dracula)
He with a boy band (boy band, bitch), call him Spectacular (Spectacular)
Uh-uh (uh-uh, ayy), he smokin' regular (regular)
One of my hoes (one of my hoes, ayy), BM was draggin' her (draggin' her)
They flippin' gangs (flippin' gangs, bang), these niggas spatulas (spatulas)
I know she f*ckin', bitch, I'm a happener
She pointin' down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, to why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
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(What the f*ck is Dirty Nachos?)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Ayy, put some cheese on that motherf*cker
(Damn son, where'd you find this?)

Neighbors real nosey, weed real funky, I'm a weed Junkie
Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney
Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey
Grab the macaroni, come and splat his homie
You know I got it on me, flat 'em like a Sony (real trap shit)
Burn 'em like a phony, in Florida like I'm Tony
Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi
Okay ho, I'm outty, I just want the toppy
You said it was your hobby
Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?
Yeah, I got my moppy, okay cool, you copy
Dare you try to rob me, turn you to a zombie
Baby, you're a lil' boy, he callin' for his mommy
In a red car, gettin' head by a blondie
Chopper started laughin', I'm like this shit ain't funny
I might be wearin' a see through coat, you tryna find me
Yeah, we open (open), like a plaza (plaza)
Screen a nigga (nigga), like a plasma (plasma)
Got the pump (got the pump), like some asthma (some asthma)
Spray your block (spray your block), like a tagger (tagger)
Foot down (foot down, ayy), it's goin' faster (faster)
Football (football, football), we gon' catch 'em (catch 'em)
Fifty shots (Fifty shots, bang), it's a massacre (massacre)
Take some blood (take ya blood), bitch, it's Dracula (Dracula)
He with a boy band (boy band, bitch), call him Spectacular (Spectacular)
Uh-uh (uh-uh, ayy), he smokin' regular (regular)
One of my hoes (one of my hoes, ayy), BM was draggin' her (draggin' her)
They flippin' gangs (flippin' gangs, bang), these niggas spatulas (spatulas)
I know she f*ckin', bitch, I'm a happener
She pointin' down, I have to laugh at her
She curious, to why I don't ride with her
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up
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Writer: Keith Cozart, Michael L. Williams II
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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