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perrier jouet - chap d lyrics

[intro]
cellphone buzzin’, n*gga
you know i’m sayin’? cha ching!
uh, more money to be made
uh, eatin’ strawberries and sh*t
you know i’m sayin’? grapes and sh*t
drinkin’ perrier jouet and sh*t, n*gga, ayy
you know i’m sayin’? uh
and what come after that? ayy, yeah

[verse]
i’ma do what i want, i don’t care what they say
i’ll put a chick through college before i put her on the blade, ayy
yeah, more money to be made
big champagne, i don’t even know the name
i ain’t gotta hold my tongue, i’m one*of*one, i say it straight
i’m more blunt than this sh*t you n*ggas’ smokin’ to your face, ayy
ayy, baby, gon’ and put me in my place
this some sh*t that make me wanna turn a pastor like ma$e, uh
changed man, a lot of sh*t i can’t go back to
headed to the [peace, like it’s ?] on they plateau
not knowin’ i can have they whole sh*t dismantled
play with mines? i’ll be d*mned, i’ll be baffled
i will give a ho away like a raffle
‘cause a bop ain’t never worth a hassle
tried to show some women love, it was a hassle
now, they linin’ up in front a n*gga, catsuit
i ain’t no gangster, i ain’t split a n*gga wig
but i spit the type of game that’ll put you in a benz
ayy, i can get a n*gga m’s
wanna be a millionaire? i’m the one, phone a friend, yeah, uh
n*gga, you’s a lifeline
old hoes askin’, “when he get so fine?”
this what it looks like when you hit your prime
shorty hit hers in 2009
i cannot be depressed, i can’t pout, i can’t whine
sh*t, i’ve been there before, it was a waste of n*gga’s time
you know i’m sayin’? gotta get up on your grind
long as you bringin’ in bread, gotta get it 9*5
n*ggas say, “that lifestyle ain’t for me”
okay, stay broke, stay corny
how much she got to give? she can’t afford me
i’m two meals in at the table, more sword, please
that’s a swordfish, you b*tch
even when i’m wrong, i stay the truest
ayy, babygirl, the truth is:
i done did you wrong, this sh*t is ruined
yeah, i’ve been there before, a n*gga know how i feel
i could lose it all today, at least a n*gga kept it real
smack a bad one tomorrow, and my lips stayin’ sealed
sh*t, i might be drunk, baby, please take the wheel
more game than a vet, just to match her s*x appeal
big weight, gotta keep my arm strong like neal

[outro]
ayy, n*gga, haha, go crazy, n*gga

- chap d lyrics

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