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Performed By: Chief Keef
Length: 2:52
Written by: Keith Cozart




Chief Keef - Picking Big Sean Up Lyrics
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Sah, this shit go hard
Ayy, Sah, I f*ck with you, shorty, I swear to god, shorty (ayy, ayy)

Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger
Oh, what do you know, it's a rich ass nigga
Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper
Hide from the crazy hoe while she might harass us
On my dick flashin', gassed up in the master
Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her
Left wrist plasma, my chains gave me asthma (Bling)
Yeah, I love my ho, but I don't love 'em that much to harrass 'em
Man, these bitches L
She wanna Panamera
Pulled the cat in the Trackhawk, got us Tia and Tamera
Ayy, felonies
Ayy, I got felonies
Ayy, I smoke hella weed
Ayy, what's your word it don't matter to me
Ayy, bring them bands out
Ayy, I can make a ho let up
Ayy, lil nigga what's the matter?
Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new bladder, ayy
Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder
Nigga was angry, pulled out the whips then he got madder, ayy
I got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster
All These chains up on my neck but I own my masters

Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)

I'm a big timer
Now, bitch, time's up
Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart
But it would pick Big Sean up
Pockets on Big Momma
Tell me what they on and I'mma
Pull up in the Lamb', bitch
No propaganda, we'll be wavin' llamas
I still fry balogna
This lil' bitch so weird
That she gotta meet me around the corner
I just pulled up in that sports truck
With my brothers Jonas
Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo
Them my f*ckin' homies
She be f*ckin' homies
When I was broke, I was never lonely
The police think they run up on me
Bitch, they ain't got nothin' on me
Thought they was gonna get my forty
Cops tried to kill me as a juvie
Now, I got a car like Birdman
Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dulie
Nigga you oochie-couchie
Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie
And we gotta send his ass clips
You come join this groovy movie
The bitch got booty-booty
I'm like Suhki-Suhki
I'm a young street nigga
Bitch came in the crib and said "ooh, he bougie"

Gang-gang-gang, ayy
Gang-gang-gang, huh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, phew
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang gang
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Sah, this shit go hard
Ayy, Sah, I f*ck with you, shorty, I swear to god, shorty (ayy, ayy)

Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger
Oh, what do you know, it's a rich ass nigga
Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper
Hide from the crazy hoe while she might harass us
On my dick flashin', gassed up in the master
Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her
Left wrist plasma, my chains gave me asthma (Bling)
Yeah, I love my ho, but I don't love 'em that much to harrass 'em
Man, these bitches L
She wanna Panamera
Pulled the cat in the Trackhawk, got us Tia and Tamera
Ayy, felonies
Ayy, I got felonies
Ayy, I smoke hella weed
Ayy, what's your word it don't matter to me
Ayy, bring them bands out
Ayy, I can make a ho let up
Ayy, lil nigga what's the matter?
Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new bladder, ayy
Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder
Nigga was angry, pulled out the whips then he got madder, ayy
I got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster
All These chains up on my neck but I own my masters

Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (bling, bling, bling)

I'm a big timer
Now, bitch, time's up
Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart
But it would pick Big Sean up
Pockets on Big Momma
Tell me what they on and I'mma
Pull up in the Lamb', bitch
No propaganda, we'll be wavin' llamas
I still fry balogna
This lil' bitch so weird
That she gotta meet me around the corner
I just pulled up in that sports truck
With my brothers Jonas
Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo
Them my f*ckin' homies
She be f*ckin' homies
When I was broke, I was never lonely
The police think they run up on me
Bitch, they ain't got nothin' on me
Thought they was gonna get my forty
Cops tried to kill me as a juvie
Now, I got a car like Birdman
Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dulie
Nigga you oochie-couchie
Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie
And we gotta send his ass clips
You come join this groovy movie
The bitch got booty-booty
I'm like Suhki-Suhki
I'm a young street nigga
Bitch came in the crib and said "ooh, he bougie"

Gang-gang-gang, ayy
Gang-gang-gang, huh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, phew
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang-gang-gang, wooh, wooh, wooh
Gang gang
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Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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