Chief Keef - Blurry Lyrics

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[Intro: Chief Keef & Tadoe]
(Sosa on the beat)
Aye, tell this nigga say he want what? he want what?
Talk in the phone he say who ?
Who the fuck you want man?
Everything fucked up
I ask grandma for fifty, she gave me a hundred
It’s all about some money and shit
I shop with that shit, aye
Gang in this bitch
I can get a hundred, off the block man or I’m gon’ get locked up
Shit, she don’t even wanna give no hundred tho
She gave to me tho, she gave me fifty
But I asked for a hundred, she gave me fifty
Aye aye aye
Hahaha, aye

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Ask grandma for fifty (grandma), she gave me a hundred (a hundred)
I ran off with the money (skrt), then brought back some money
Smoking green dope shit reekin’ like fried onions (shit reekin’)
I take any money, froze money or fried money
I be trapping, I ain’t lacking, nigga I ain’t worried
I will let my gun blow, nigga I ain’t scared
I’m a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain’t Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds glisten, they ain’t blurry
Bling bling, bling bling bling

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I was in Wokcano’s eatin’ on some curry (eatin’ on some curry)
But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that’s Eddy Curry (bang bang)
I’m still smoking loud even though you hear me
Bitch I’m in the field White Sox Paul Konerko
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario (Belasario)
Told that bitch that gave me head last night, nerdy hoe (lil nerdy hoe)
Throwing money in the club I’m a pitcher run yours up (run yours up)
And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty hoe (flirty hoe)
Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal (some cereal)
White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios
Shoot the red guts out a nigga red gut material (Bang bang skrt skrt)
Bitch I’m trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio (skrt skrt)
Skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt

[Verse 2: Tadoe & Chief Keef]
Gang gang
White ‘vette, pull up red interior (skrt skrt skrt)
Engine too damn loud, I’m not hearin’ ya (hah hah)
Four nickel on my hip, I’m not fearin’ ya (nah nah)
Hollows hit your face it’s bacteria (bop bop, skrt skrt)
Bitch I’m trapping out the hemi-a (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Bitch I’m trapping with the semi tucked (skrt skrt dududuh)
Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up (hah hah)
Nigga said can he be Glo I’m not feeling ya (nah nah)
Bitch I’m in the trap I’m counting all these silly bucks (fff beep)
Dirty money, but it keep me clean as fuck (gang)
All this jewelry on got me blinging up (bling, bling)
Nigga want war, tell him set it up (bang bang, grah bang)
Gang gang gang gang bang bang