Chief Keef – Entry Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Entry – Chief Keef

Sosa baby, bally keep that semi
Riding fast swerving in that new Bentley
Don’t talk about cars we got plenty

Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
We pull up Cats, you don’t see the hemis
Young n**ga eating good, how he so skinny
Don’t talk about pipes, we got plenty

B**ch we was the youngest n**gas up in the city
With a lil b**ch she so sadity
I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy
Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley
If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

I just slid down on em, they looking s**tty
How she having all that ass and she so skinny
All these white clouds of smoke this s**t smell pissy
I gotta gift and I’m gonna send that b**ch down your chimney
B**ch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in
Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking
The diamonds on my wrist be foot working
Tell Madea she was right cuz they ain’t no nerd in

My chain got your b**ch just stuck, flirting
Boy I ain’t the Lord I ain’t having mercy
November stuff his ass like a turkey
And I’m sharp as a b**ch I can scratch the surface

Sign my name on her titties in cursive
And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship
And I’m sharper than the man that be running them churches
I’ll have my shorty pop your b**ch ass like a perky
They love Sosa, got them semis
Steady pressing the red button cuz b**ch I’m busy
Here to kill or f**k his wife that b**ch not risky
At the hotel I clap that s**t like Missy
Play gangster, went to jail that b**ch turn sissy
Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey
My lil cousin so fried, that b**ch so crispy
But he play with lil cousin that b**ch make history

Bally keep that semi
Riding fast swerving in that new Bentley
Talking bout cars, we got plenty
And I’m hopping in the Rari but I’m wearing skinnys
I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys

I’ll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny
I had b**сhes way back when I smoked them skimpys
Put a bullet in your heart and make that b**ch empty
And the way this b**ch spit, this the illest MC
Smack a n**ga bodyguard, I feel like Nipsey
I just told a b**ch peace, It’s like a hippy
And I had to bring my pipe, cuz s**t sound iffy

I’ll break a n**ga balls, believe it like Ripley’s
I’ll stick a p**sy n**ga like botox lips be
I’ll smoke a n**ga took date to mine this week
So if you don’t wanna get popped, don’t come near me…

➤ Written by Chief Keef
Chief Keef | 2020

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