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Chief Keef – Part Ways Lyrics

Chief Keef – Part Ways Lyrics

Chief Keef – Part Ways Lyrics

Part Ways Lyrics by Chief Keef

[Intro]
Aye turn the music up for me Chris
GO! GO!

[Hook/Chorus]
All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smoking on dope
Fore’ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All of these ways I’m feeling like (?) “aye”
Flipping ways I gotta flex up

[Verse 1]
Killing that beat, what you can’t see?
You know what it is, know what it may be
Shoot blame the drugs, but I blame me “aye, aye”
Look at my ring “aye, aye”, what’s my KD? “aye, aye”
Keeping them squares outta the tent “aye, aye”
We spending new money “aye, aye” outta the rent “aye, aye”
Make 200 bands aye, outta some lent “aye, aye”
You talking real niggas aye, I’m up in the mix “aye, aye”
She heard my voice “aye, aye” gimme the moist “aye, aye”
I’m up in the forest “aye, aye” trap with the boys “aye, aye”
You got no choice “aye, aye” bad bitch named Joyce “aye, aye”
Picking up coins “aye, aye” in the rolls royce “aye, aye” aye

[Hook/Chorus]
All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smoking on dope
Fore’ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All of these ways I’m feeling like (?) “aye”
Flipping ways I gotta flex up

[Verse 2]
Pass me the lean, you tryna find me? “tryna find me”
You better off finding Nemo aye
Jump in the Z “aye, aye” Her uber was twenty dollars
Aye, she live by me “aye, aye”
Bitch I’m John Madden aye, run it by me “aye, aye”
Ain’t no rules “aye, aye” we up yo street “aye, aye”
Hoe get up off me “aye, aye” you missed yo beat “aye, aye”
Coughing up trees “aye, aye” throwing up threes “aye, aye”
Spraying like febreeze “aye, aye” you know it can be that way
Aye

[Hook/Chorus]
All red foreigns, all black choppa
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock
Foenem be loading up smoking on dope
Fore’ they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your car
I need duct tape, bitch no scotch
All of these ways I’m feeling like (?) “aye”
Flipping ways I gotta flex up

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