Listen to Haha (feat. Chief Keef) by Weiland

Haha (feat. Chief Keef)

Weiland

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Weiland & Chief Keef - Haha
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Weiland
Weiland
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Weiland
Weiland
Composer
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Woodpecker
Woodpecker
Producer

Lyrics

Let me take you home I'ma only tell you by the one time, come on Put my Rolex on Yeah, you just gotta put it on like that Yeah, you got it, good shit Stop it What's up in my pocket? Any opps pocket watchin'? I juug, ain't had no option Got big Prada in the closet Plenty Patek watches Everything I do, they copy I'm the trendin' topic Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ricky, no Amiri, bitch, this shit so serious These bitches delirious, these racks mysterious Hang with Bloods, on period Pop a Perc', I'm furious Bad bitch a Sagittarius Packrunner experience I do fraud, it's glorious She give head, victorious Came in with them bands Started out from nothin', then I came up with some bands Bitch, I had that money before I got an advance, ha I can't trust nobody (I can't trust nobody) I can't trust nobody, uh, I can't feel my body Off this Perc', can't feel my body Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yeah) Pop this Perc', make me twerk on a bitch (On a bitch) In the club, walk around with my stick (With my stick) My pieces hittin', yeah, yo' pieces lookin' brick (Alright, alright) When I walk in, bitches starin', they take pics (Alright, alright) My pieces hit and your shit lookin' like some tap water We ain't worried 'bout you comin' like a backorder I feel like Apple 'cause I was sendin' out the MAC orders (Bang, bang) They shootin' niggas in the head and off the back border Choppa size of a dwarf, where is Snow White? (Snow White) And I be gettin' the same color as a go light (Uh-huh) Give that bitch my slim jimmy, ain't got no type (Ah) You'd think she rented how I gave her back in one night (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sos' baby) Pull up, kill everybody, buy a casket for 'em Say she lookin' for the boss, well you ran into him Now you got him in your presence, what you gon' do for him? That lil' nigga missed his shot 'cause he got stupid form (Dummy) Niggas wanna be in gang, tell 'em sign up All these hoes be tryna see where you gon' wind up Brush my teeth and flame a blunt when I wake up Tell that bitch I'm good, but good ain't good enough (Uh-huh) (Let's get it) Stop it What's up in my pocket? Any opps pocket watchin'? I juug, ain't had no option Got big Prada in the closet Plenty Patek watches Everything I do, they copy I'm the trendin' topic Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Levi De Jong, Gavin Weiland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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