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bl talk - chiico lyrics

[intro: producer tag]
run it up

[verse: chiico]
aye
i lost my best friend yeah that n*gga crossed me
n*ggas givin b*tches pills call it bill cosby
i just took a half a perc got me feelin frosty
every time i took a l sh*t i guess it cost me
i ain’t gotta say my name
b*tch i put that on my grave
all my b*tches gettin paid
i’ll put you in a grave
said i’m somethin like insane
if i ever had yo b*tch on the hood she gave me brain, aye
like i said i’m a number 1 draft pick
free my day one n*gga he from anthes
gang face when i’m finna go passin
if you want the whole pint i be taxin
i ain’t gon lie i be trippin real anger problems
wanna slide every time they passin me the bottle
i got b*tches that’s models
on the hood i gotta squabble
i be gassin full throttle
big money like lotto
n*gga
[chorus: chiico]
this n*gga mad like a b*tch on god this n*gga sentimental
that sh*t talkin, all a n*gga had to do was hit an instrumental
everytime johnny got behind a n*gga i got real little
i been gettin to the money on god i make it look simple

[interlude: chasedown]
ouhhh
lemme gas this one time, look
on hood, look

[verse: chasedown]
september 10th, this yoppa takin off his head
i was slidin in the buick and now i’m hoppin out the benz
how you mr. chase bags but ain’t touch more then ten
i’m only 17 but i really get it in
chunky hands to yo kids
diss the gang, split yo whig
end yo life, end it short
if i catch you, i’ll fix up
you trippin lemme know somethin
in the hyundai we face him
one shot through yo head, have yo face runnin
go ahead and run this beam on, you ain’t gettin far
you wanted fame, now he in the sky dancin with the stars
think you safe in that lil honda make em blamped his car
meech pass me the play, so i’m bangin out
what i take, paper route
where’s banks, hangin out
if he run chase em down
if he run chase em down
walk up bl!ck em down
f*ck 12 free em now
big k break em down
big k break em down
[chorus: chiico]
this n*gga mad like a b*tch on god this n*gga sentimental
that sh*t talkin, all a n*gga had to do was hit an instrumental
everytime johnny got behind a n*gga i got real little
i been gettin to the money on god i make it look simple

- chiico lyrics

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