Chief Keef - Rub It In lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Rub It In lyrics]
I got a stick and a 40, ayy
Give that bitch to my shawty, ayy
Inna Lamb' racin' Bally, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All about I like Carly, ayy
Pullin' up in a 'Rari, ayy
Smokin' cookie like Bob Marley
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Got a Glock ridin' shotty, ayy
Don't make me catch a body
I want more money, ayy, baby want more molly
Ayy mhm, girl what he say?
Haha, girl no he ain't up big racks on TSA
Don't worry about what I make
Shawty say she know how to cook
So she worried about what I ate
It ain't even my birthday
But shawty gon' bring me cake
Like Simon, she do what I say
Dodge Charger, that's what I race
Ballin' like the NBA on the way to MIA
Let me free, let me free, now it's time to go
50 on me, I'mma squeeze, eeny, miny, moe
I look, Japanese, Japanese, I'm so high
She passеd out, she passed out, I rolled out
Wе in ya head, we in ya head, pantene
AK, leave a nigga with gangrene
I'm in the woods with lean in a canteen
Put me in a tent
I'm dreamin' all this damn lean
I need some sleep, ZZ's
She's a big fan of Chief Keef (yeah)
She think she boujee 'cause she wear CC's
She know I'm a BD (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
I'mma rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Never go outside without my Lambo
And you know I ride around, I got big rolls
Summer time, summer time
Rub it in (yeah yeah) rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Girl, yeah ayy
Yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy
Yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy
Give that bitch to my shawty, ayy
Inna Lamb' racin' Bally, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All about I like Carly, ayy
Pullin' up in a 'Rari, ayy
Smokin' cookie like Bob Marley
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Got a Glock ridin' shotty, ayy
Don't make me catch a body
I want more money, ayy, baby want more molly
Ayy mhm, girl what he say?
Haha, girl no he ain't up big racks on TSA
Don't worry about what I make
Shawty say she know how to cook
So she worried about what I ate
It ain't even my birthday
But shawty gon' bring me cake
Like Simon, she do what I say
Dodge Charger, that's what I race
Ballin' like the NBA on the way to MIA
Let me free, let me free, now it's time to go
50 on me, I'mma squeeze, eeny, miny, moe
I look, Japanese, Japanese, I'm so high
She passеd out, she passed out, I rolled out
Wе in ya head, we in ya head, pantene
AK, leave a nigga with gangrene
I'm in the woods with lean in a canteen
Put me in a tent
I'm dreamin' all this damn lean
I need some sleep, ZZ's
She's a big fan of Chief Keef (yeah)
She think she boujee 'cause she wear CC's
She know I'm a BD (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
I'mma rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Never go outside without my Lambo
And you know I ride around, I got big rolls
Summer time, summer time
Rub it in (yeah yeah) rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
I'mma rub it in, I'mma rub it in (yeah yeah)
Rub it in, rub it in (yeah yeah)
Girl, yeah ayy
Yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy
Yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy, yeah ayy