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Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]

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