Chief Keef - In the Closet lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - In the Closet lyrics]
Sonny Digital i’m at the top, sky scrape
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top, bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
I got the sig tucked put your wig up
Nigga put your cookies up before we
Make you give it up
The bitch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb fuck, call me big bucks big money
I can't help but fuck if my wrist horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta
Go cause she’s gettin boring
She think I’m off the xans and
The percs cause I’m trippin
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I’m dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, nigga call em up
Treat these pussy niggas like some paper
And I ball em up
Throw em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I’m anti
Why is your bitch talking to me?
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that bitch with pride
And he picking out the target
I’m sold out in Best Buy
Bitch, get it out of Target
I told him 4-5 ning ding i’m finna fart it
If don’t nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You’s a shawty in broad day we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the nigga cause
These niggas be so corny
Can’t wake a nigga up the type
To sleep until the morning
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top, bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
I got the sig tucked put your wig up
Nigga put your cookies up before we
Make you give it up
The bitch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb fuck, call me big bucks big money
I can't help but fuck if my wrist horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta
Go cause she’s gettin boring
She think I’m off the xans and
The percs cause I’m trippin
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I’m dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, nigga call em up
Treat these pussy niggas like some paper
And I ball em up
Throw em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I’m anti
Why is your bitch talking to me?
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that bitch with pride
And he picking out the target
I’m sold out in Best Buy
Bitch, get it out of Target
I told him 4-5 ning ding i’m finna fart it
If don’t nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You’s a shawty in broad day we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the nigga cause
These niggas be so corny
Can’t wake a nigga up the type
To sleep until the morning
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet