DooWop, Tadoe, Chief Keef - Fleas lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[DooWop, Tadoe, Chief Keef - Fleas lyrics]

I'm in a two seater, in the carpool
Gold runners on, and they are new
And gettin' money, what we up to
You ain't with us, then it's fuck you
Play chess in the streets, make your move
My house in LA look like Cancun
These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom
Fo'nem watch the spot from the cameras
We servin' that come back, front one more
The judge cannot stop me
From countin' honchos
You gotta re-up when you run low
I'ma run it up and I'ma run for more
These bitch see the steez when
I bop out the car
Met the bitch today but I'll
Get top by tomorrow
You don't get it like the gang
No not like the squad i'm on planet Earth
I'm finna shoot back to Mars
On Mars with a scope
Finna shoot at the stars high as fuck
Seein' Saturn have a shootout with Mars
Your thot say she see me
In two different cars
I just hit Neiman's in a few different malls
Back to the wall, feet on the floor
Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold
Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals
Friends turn foe but I'm wavy like a float
Syrup got me like a snail
On the yacht, finna set sail
Smokin' dope, finna inhale then exhale
All this loud in my fuckin' lungs, man
I can't yell
I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bail

Bitch I'm smoking on dope, bitch
I eat boss-anova
Bitch my pockets are boulders
We don't ride in no Rovers
Bitch we ride I8s, bitch I'm high
Outer space
Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush
You can taste i smoke a zip every day
Pour the 8 to the face
Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food
Can't relate might do a show in Japan
Rockin' outfit's from France
Catch that pack when it land
Watch me go count them bands

At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo
Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that ain't no
Hit the club, bitches bustin' everywhere
Yo yo do my thing, flee the scene
I'ma leave with po-po
Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca Cola co-co
I used to be solo i steady send shots
Miss and that's a low blow
String on the TEC like the string on a yo yo
Run and I'ma blow though

Coolin' at the spot by the ocean
Pickin' up a bitch off of Ocean Drive
Pulled up to Wells Fargo
Run out that bitch with the sack
Hop in the car like bitch drive
I can try to walk a straight
Line but I'm really high
And I could've took a Greyhound
But I'm really fly
Oh yeah I'm fuckin' bitches, baby
I'm not in denial
And the jury tryna steal me but
I'm takin' it to trial

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