Shrek And Donkey Lyrics – Chief Keef | Skeletor

Read the full Shrek And Donkey lyrics by Chief Keef from the album Skeletor along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1]
Just came out of Kush coma, I call it the trap now
Chief Sosa said get them bankrolls, 50 up in my knapsack
And we heard you bit the cheese, n!gga stay out the mousetrap
That is not your bankroll, n!gga stop all that rap cap
I’ma smoke my face off, hit you in your head, till the chopper take your face off
Send you to the doctor, they gon’ sit you like a baseball
You know they love that spaceship, they come to watch it take off
She thought she even sucking cock with her bae cock
I need me a cougar, I’ll take Tony or Taymar
I know n!ggas will kill just to drive my everyday cock
S*it, I make plays with your b!tch in the samе car, ay bye

[Verse 2]
Just came out of Kush coma, the Kush is my aroma
I got that firе on me, won’t hesitate to up it on ya
I got some money on me, you want some luck, I’ll rub it on ya
You need some swag, ’cause your ass ain’t got enough persona
You don’t know me, I beat you salsa, Mr. Granny baby
I put in 10 and got a quarterback, Tom Brady
I’m getting money buying watches while you busy hating
Don’t make me pull out Mr. Snowman, hell be going crazy
All these diamonds I be buying, you can liquidate me
And I’m so damn high, I know them fu*king pigeons hate m
etting money, I know the bank hate to see me coming
So many blunts a n!gga starting resemble T.V. Johnny
I got four, five on me, n!gga feed from
I’m just one, call away if you need some
I just wait, then I bake, need to eat some
I put them chrome hearts on, tryna see some
I got bands waiting on me, down in Carson
In my house, all them bigger n!ggas jogging
I can swing on my trees like I’m Tarzan
Baby, welcome to my closet, this is Birdland
All a n!gga want is young money and cash money
Slow money good, but it’s something ’bout that fast money
Big bags of cash like I work for the armor company

I wear my lamp, told that b!tch to hold on to something
She like she saw you got the dope, I’m like I keep it on me
You blew my high, you keep on talking, b!tch, your motor running
Now you can’t pull up to the crib, b!tch, I don’t want no company
My mama knew she had a goat, she just like Kobe, mama
Why my necklace cost a fortune? Man, I’m thinking a store s*it
You see a b!tch, what another n!gga, you thinking torture?
I’ma need my piece, need my cut, need my portion
I just hop up in that form whenever I get boring
Wanna talk to me, talk to me ’bout some money
Y’all stay cheesing, but that s*it really funny
What’s up, Doc? S*it, I’m in the woods with a bunny
Diamond State dancing with Jessica Alba, honey
Shoes come from Perry, but my jeans come from London
Before I toted guns s*it I was smoking funky
Whole hood know me, s*it even the junkies
Keep him off the ship, man his ass been a sunken
Real life stoner I be smoking like a honky
How I’m in the Bull that’s shorter than a donkey
High as hell, think I just seen Shrek and Donkey