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Randomly Video (MV)




Performed By: Chief Keef
Featuring: Tadoe
Language: English
Written by: Aaron Gilfenbain, Keith Cozart




Chief Keef - Randomly Lyrics




[ Featuring Tadoe ]

Got a hundred pounds comin' in from Jamaica
Smokin' on this damn purple, like the f*ckin' Lakers
I just f*cked on your thot now she wanna date me
See these rings I rub my hands together like I'm Baby

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

I might randomly be in a Trackhawk it
I just wanna f*ck her that's all, yeah
Swish swish swish the basketball, yeah
Mama ask did you eat your vegetables, yeah
You might randomly see me in your hood
I ain't gotta explain what be understood
With the AR15 call me Elmer Fudd
Your bitch said you was sexy chocolate now you fudge
White diamonds 'round my neck like a f*ckin' racist
Smokin' on this thoink countin' all this damn paper
And I'm steady chasin' guap so niggas steady hatin'
Slap Forgi's on a 'Hawk now I'm f*ckin' skatin'

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

Smoke out the 448 that's randomly
Walk in the club twenty grand that's randomly
Left out the club, I ain't got no bands on me
Play with them blue berries, split yo' tangerine
Got the trap house jumpin' like a trampoline
Fourth person I can't be on the feds magazine
We at your head bitch, like maybe yeah it's Maybelline
She heard my engine, she got more water than a sour cream
First I woke up with yo' ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feelin' like a brick (brr)
Big bags like I'm Santa but I'm feelin' like the Grinch
Might randomly pull up fa-fa-fa like World War Two
She randomly see maneuverin' and text me like "wasn't that you"
Pick her up she saw me pour a cup like up give me some of that juice (lean)
She hopped in smelled that mother f*ckin'
Smoke she was like give me some of that too (dope)
On the highway, dodgin' that, black and white Ford it
But all I see is green
I don't see black and white boy
(?) just told me f*ck niggas my appetite boy
Squeeze that bitch like a fruit, make strawberry lemonade boy
Ayy, fam

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly
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Got a hundred pounds comin' in from Jamaica
Smokin' on this damn purple, like the f*ckin' Lakers
I just f*cked on your thot now she wanna date me
See these rings I rub my hands together like I'm Baby

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

I might randomly be in a Trackhawk it
I just wanna f*ck her that's all, yeah
Swish swish swish the basketball, yeah
Mama ask did you eat your vegetables, yeah
You might randomly see me in your hood
I ain't gotta explain what be understood
With the AR15 call me Elmer Fudd
Your bitch said you was sexy chocolate now you fudge
White diamonds 'round my neck like a f*ckin' racist
Smokin' on this thoink countin' all this damn paper
And I'm steady chasin' guap so niggas steady hatin'
Slap Forgi's on a 'Hawk now I'm f*ckin' skatin'

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

Smoke out the 448 that's randomly
Walk in the club twenty grand that's randomly
Left out the club, I ain't got no bands on me
Play with them blue berries, split yo' tangerine
Got the trap house jumpin' like a trampoline
Fourth person I can't be on the feds magazine
We at your head bitch, like maybe yeah it's Maybelline
She heard my engine, she got more water than a sour cream
First I woke up with yo' ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feelin' like a brick (brr)
Big bags like I'm Santa but I'm feelin' like the Grinch
Might randomly pull up fa-fa-fa like World War Two
She randomly see maneuverin' and text me like "wasn't that you"
Pick her up she saw me pour a cup like up give me some of that juice (lean)
She hopped in smelled that mother f*ckin'
Smoke she was like give me some of that too (dope)
On the highway, dodgin' that, black and white Ford it
But all I see is green
I don't see black and white boy
(?) just told me f*ck niggas my appetite boy
Squeeze that bitch like a fruit, make strawberry lemonade boy
Ayy, fam

White VVS, Grey SRT
It's a Hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playin' defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smokin' dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out gettin' gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly
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Writer: Aaron Gilfenbain, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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