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Artiste : Chief Keef
Titre : BBQ 
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Beat  was for Tadoe
He  ain´t do it, though
Guess who got it now
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chief Keef]
Whatcha talking ´bout, Willis?
I can´t wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers (Ayy)
Smoking  dopey-dope dope
Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains (Bloods)
Skrrt-skrrt, I´m peelin´
Finna pull up, mark the spot, this ain´t no fuckin´ R Chronic (Bang)
Okay, since we cookin´ beef
Okay, since we cookin´ beef, I´ma need a large skillet (Ayy)

If he a dog, then we China
Thirty five shots, that´s Cinco de Mayo, ayy
Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy
Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy
You ever seen a XO spit out fire?
Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, I´m tired, ayy
She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy
I beat 99 and they all light up

[Chief Keef]
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I don´t know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too

Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let´s do it"

[Lil Reese]
I pull up with them young foolies aiming at you
Too many niggas riding, they knowin´ what it do
Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two
I put them shooters on your ass, you ain´t knowin´ who (Nah)
That GetBack have ´em blue (Blue)
Niggas better pick a side, niggas better choose
My side, we don´t lose (Lose)
My side pack them tools (Tools)
If he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon´ show him what it do
Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue
I´m like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot
Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too

All my niggas they gang, it ain´t no fufu
Niggas killin´ hoes, that´s so fu

[Chief Keef]
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I don´t know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let´s do it"