Chief Keef - Tony Montana Flow lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Tony Montana Flow lyrics]
Bro what up?
Where are you? 'Fuck you at?
You sound 'bout it as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
And a thousand islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch
You wildin'-wildin'
Might not wanna come over here
'cause bitch it's crowded crowded
Unless you Master P and bitch
You 'bout it 'bout it
Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent
King size beds was a palette palette
Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattletalin'
I ain't genеrous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga lovе watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon
Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter
What you selling
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time from
An informant telling
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga
I'ma sell it" baby bro gotta take it over
And be smarter with it
And I'm smoking on that musty
Call me arm pit, man
I be lettin' my chain and wrist
Talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get ya Gyro'd, nigga, no Tzatziki
At your head, no Medusa ('Dusa)
You know I be with gorillas, nigga, ucka
(Ucka)
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it
But I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like
"There go Sosa" got a warrant, the cops saw
Me, like, "Let's go, sosa"
What the fuck you was just
Doin' up in Mexico Sosa? Shorty said
"When the last time you
Been in Chicago Sosa?"
She like "When the fuck you gon’
Stop smokin' that Petrol Sosa?"
She like "You smokin' gas but first
Was that red stuff Sosa"
She like "You ridin' foreigns but first
It was the metro Sosa"
You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy i do
Bang, huh
Where are you? 'Fuck you at?
You sound 'bout it as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
And a thousand islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch
You wildin'-wildin'
Might not wanna come over here
'cause bitch it's crowded crowded
Unless you Master P and bitch
You 'bout it 'bout it
Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent
King size beds was a palette palette
Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattletalin'
I ain't genеrous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga lovе watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon
Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga gettin' money no matter
What you selling
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time from
An informant telling
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga
I'ma sell it" baby bro gotta take it over
And be smarter with it
And I'm smoking on that musty
Call me arm pit, man
I be lettin' my chain and wrist
Talk to a bunch of bitches
You can get ya Gyro'd, nigga, no Tzatziki
At your head, no Medusa ('Dusa)
You know I be with gorillas, nigga, ucka
(Ucka)
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker
Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it
But I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like
"There go Sosa" got a warrant, the cops saw
Me, like, "Let's go, sosa"
What the fuck you was just
Doin' up in Mexico Sosa? Shorty said
"When the last time you
Been in Chicago Sosa?"
She like "When the fuck you gon’
Stop smokin' that Petrol Sosa?"
She like "You smokin' gas but first
Was that red stuff Sosa"
She like "You ridin' foreigns but first
It was the metro Sosa"
You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy i do
Bang, huh