Chief Keef – Mailbox (Music Video)

Lyrics for “Mailbox” performed by Chief Keef

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, foreign door murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

N*ggas be really knowin’, b*tches be really goin
Look up and the ceiling gone, that ass I’m feelin’ on
Need a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains
Like I ain’t got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backing in, with equipment and more laundry
You know we ain’t really for none, all I know is get paper
I know killas and they owe me big favors, B*tches XO me like Weeknd
I’m somewhere out eating, stay yo ass in 2 feet
Or go yo ass on the deep end, someone hand me a ashtray
That’s my boys who passed away, keep my mouth laminated
Till the day I’m eliminated

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, foreign door murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

What’s yo address n*gga, where you live at n*gga
We ain’t tryna hear that n*gga, you know I’m a real ass n*gga
Know I gotta get cash n*gga, you know I want it real bad n*gga
My young n*ggas run down on you, treat you like a lil ass n*gga
B*tches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the Benz they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that’s where the cars gon’ take us to
I need top, I told them b*tches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, b*tch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry
We can’t leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It’s lovely now, b*tches be loving me now aye, had the b*tch suckin me up
She might end up shutting me down aye

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, foreign door murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox…

➤ Produced by D. Rich
Chief Keef 2017

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