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Chief Keef

Genres: Hip-Hop

Round Em Up Lyrics - Chief Keef

Assassins blasting 

I make this money fly 

And shit, it's looking like magic 

Assassins blasting 

I make this money fly 

And shit, it's looking like magic 

 

() 

I'll be high as fuck, ride on, murder all 

Blast off, I go down to the mall and I buy it all 

Why home boys, I buy it all 

Axes, murderers rise up in my party and you know these bitches well enough 

Fake niggas firing up, we don't care, we round them up 

Knock them down like domino, bullets shooting they fly and stop 

Pray those challengers, we shoot all you challengers 

We squat, hammered up, we too busy turn it up 

 

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(Bridge) 

Assassins blasting 

I make this money fly 

And shit, it's looking like magic 

Assassins blasting 

I make this money fly 

And shit, it's looking like magic 

 

() 

Chief so, so not average, I call a trick savage 

You can run for your carats 

Go on me, that's embarrassing 

My boys send you to Neverland 

And they keeping tags in here 

Watch your soul, I keep checks in here 

This money I'm inheriting you slow like promethazine 

I love getting off on promethazine 

Erto G and swishers they keep me in the heaven land 

I love getting off on promethazine, 

Erto G and swishers they keep me in the heaven land 

 

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() 

I'll be high as fuck, ride on, murder all 

Blast off, I go down to the mall and I buy it all 

Why home boys, I buy it all 

Axes, murderers rise up in my party and you know these bitches well enough 

Fake niggas firing up, we don't care, we round them up 

Knock them down like domino, bullets shooting they fly and stop 

Pray those challengers, we shoot all you challengers 

We squat, hammered up, we too busy turn it up 

 

() 

Fredo in the cut, hell that's a scary sight 

Play with us you lose your life 

We take your life not thinking twice 

Fredo in the cut, hell that's a scary sight 

Play with us you lose your life 

We take your life not thinking twice 

Fredo in the cut, hell that's a scary sight 

Play with us you lose your life 

We take your life not thinking twice 

Fuck with us, you die tonight, all we do is carry pipes 

You ain't with the shit we got, damn you live a scary life 

That's fuck, dump it up, run around and beam the truck 

Problem with us? We are proposing, fuck we shoot your mamma up 

Ball hard, my dollars' up, wreck my set I throw it up 

Who is you? Can't roll with us, we don't fuck with fuck niggas 

Hell no, that ain't us, GBE my squad we trust 

Big guns we rock your stuff, we shoot shit, dropping stuff 

Bad bitches topping us, 300 ain't no stopping us 

Bad bitches topping us, 300 ain't no stopping us 

 

() 

I'll be high as fuck, ride on, murder all 

Blast off, I go down to the mall and I buy it all 

Why home boys, I buy it all 

Axes, murderers rise up in my party and you know these bitches well enough 

Fake niggas firing up, we don't care, we round them up 

Knock them down like domino, bullets shooting they fly and stop 

Pray those challengers, we shoot all you challengers 

We squat, hammered up, we too busy turn it up 

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