Correction Lyrics For When I Wore Biscuits/Piston* by Chief Keef

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*LYRICS FROM SNIPPET*
Thousand dollar shoes for when I want biscuits
Can't get in the club lil b*t*h, you ain't listed
Santa Claus called me and told me I'm gifted
Won the situation, getchu a** st**ched
Love your life, lil n***a don't risk it
Join the streets, n***a, ain't no snitchin'
Diamond cartiers like Detroit Piston
N***a ain't got no aim, he missed me
I just smoke Tooka, n***as is fu cops
Only want one cup, they handed me two cups
Picked up my shoes, now I'm pickin' his boo up
B*t*h from high school told me I grew up
Broke a** boy, go getchu loot up
Yeah, I got a AR but I don't shoot schools up
I just wanted to be like Wayne when I grew up
Go to war at 5 n***a and we finna suit up
B*t*h in the uber, shе pickin' my food up
Sipped out the cup, now it's raising my mood up
Call up Ball, now we sippin' that Lola
Hit him with thе MAC, no, not my computer
He think his ice cool, well, my ice cooler
Soon as I left, n***a called my jewler
Man, I need some brains finna call my tutor
I still f**k with that worker at Hooters
Smokin' a n***a like Marlboro
We was on war, pa** Graston roll
Send a grenade and let it explode
These better dooks like know them goals
With a Yes-girl, she don't tell me "No"
Know the gang with me wherever we go
N***a ask who he is, b*t*h, we Glo
Gun to his head, yeah, now he know
B*t*h, we gon' catch you on brain dead
B*t*h, we gon' catch you on brain dead
B*t*h, we gon' catch you on brain dead
B*t*h, we gon' catch you on brain dead
Ayy, ayy, I'm in zone 3, now I'm Bank Head
Boolin' with the zoes, now I'm Tank Head
Who pulled up? The whole gang did
This b*t*h wanna be married
B*t*h whole out like Pharrel
He can't come out he scared
Catch him by the pool and give him Bloody Mary
Yeah, here go that b*t*h
Now, that money I'm get me married
Tip-top 'cause I got big 30's
We smoke dope, sip lean on purpose
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We smoke dope, sip lean on purpose
Flamin' up weed on purpose
And now I'm flamin' up weed on purpose
B*t*h don't like how I merch it
B*t*h eat turkey and the b*t*h turkish
Send 20 birds on monday
And on the other monday came back 30
And now I'm up early, top in the condo, hock in the bear cage
Oh, yeah, she a mermaid
Me and gang up in the pool rain
Lean, weed, money and guns
We got it, that's great
You know we got guns like promenade
Trappin' early and I'm ridin' a lemonade
Put a foreign on the runway
B*t*h had a gum face now she got a c*m face
Checkin' on the pool thursday, monday
Havin' a MM, now it's a Jeep like gun pace
Told 'em I'ma be rich one day
And when I got it, lil n***a ain't pump fake
N***a want beef, we in Iran
Chopper weren't workin', now we havin' lunch break

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