Chief Keef and RiFF RAFF - My Gear
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She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
Ha, holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist (wrist)
Diamonds dancin' on my fist look like a blank disc (blank)
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom (chyeah)
Heavy weight, heartburn, Mylanta (yeah)
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry (blackberry)
Now I'm in the laundry mat, Darryl Strawberry (wash, wash)
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone, now I'm on my bat phone (on my bat phone)
Hangin' fangs down like a vampire (twilight)
Sapphires dancin' on my hand like a campfire (dancin')
Camp counselor, livin' in the lap of lux' (lux')
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux (penguin tux)
She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch, Sos', baby, GBE, baby)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
That bitch want me 'cause she know I keep it real (3Hunna)
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon' squeal (nah, nah)
Well listen, baby, I'ma keep it real (3Hunna, 3Hunna)
Hope you know you ain't got shit coming here (nah, nah)
Blowed a blunt of kush in the air (smoke, smoke)
And I won't feed you lies to your ears (at all, at all)
'Cause niggas better calm down 'fore they hear (bang, bang)
A lot of gun sounds in the air (bang bang, bang bang)
I won't wife her, keep it pimpin' over here (pimpin')
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here (Gucci, Gucci)
Fuck nigga mad 'cause his bitch jockin' (jockin', jockin')
And I be flexin' up in Maseratis (flex, flex)
She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (watch, watch)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
She just really jock me 'cause my gear (for my gear, for my gear)
She just really want me for my ear (for my ear, for my ear)
She just really like me for my watch (for my watch, for my watch)
She just really like me for my car (for my car, for my car)
Bang bang (bang bang)
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Written by:
Horst Simco
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