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ambitions - chillinit lyrics

[intro]
la, lalalala, la, la, laa
la, lalalala, la, la, laa
come with me
hail mary
run with me
what do we have here, now?
lets get high tonight
la, lalalala, la, la, laa

[verse 1]
ever since ‘pac had ambitions of a rider i was gettin’ billies like maguire
rippin’ thru the villi in a chrysler, all i know is rack rack city, i rack in rack city
rack city girl, living like tyga, women in designer
blow a couple hunnid on the rider, spend the other hunnid on the tyre
lookin’ like a jenner girl, i can get you wetter than mariah (shh)
stick it like macgyver, swisher in the fryer like (woo)
you wanna talk thе money then you push it to the choir
lookin’ likе a liar, when it comes to bars i’m the star of the cast like idris on the wire
r*r*r*rock a microphone, with the boom funk mmm yeah i’m a freestyler
ever since a teen, p*ssy, money, weed, that been in my genes
i been on fire
switch up the flow

[chorus]
b*tches get low
call me sriracha cuz chilli the sauce
d*ckin’ her raw, booty r*t*rded
i’m calling her cardi, i’m hittin that raw
spliffs in the draw, all things versace for b*tches that party with christian dior, like
(chill answer your phone)
my manager called, but i’m missing his call
i’m missing his agh (f*ck sake)
[verse 2]
i’m travelling h*ll’s atlas, got a j in the valley, i’m all packed in
snakes in my fly, but they lie to my face
now the snakes on a plane, they samuel l. jackson
practice is all that it takes, you can’t backflip
all the money i make, you can’t tax it
we were friends, then i f*cked all the friends in the end
there’s di caprio you can’t catch it (whoo)
i’m lighting up a spliff
always been from [?] when i’m fighting off the [?]
girl why you on my d*ck?
you emcees talk about weed like you paddlepop, lying on a stick
you lying to your b*tch, you ain’t got getting money motherf*cker you ain’t hustling, you buying sh*t on [?], you been hiring your whip
yeah i catch mics, do dealies
all i know is catch a flight, not feelings
wait, got a sesh and the ganja
border security, gettin it past em
bless me a fiddy, no stress for the biddy
having s*x in the city like jessica parker
so heavenly father, forgive me
cannabis in my throat, got valium in the coke
yeah, i’m throwin with the bars, my fifties are gettin large
and you call me noah’s ark, there’s animals on the boat
when i’m lit up on the backseat
boats an hoes, [?] pack up with the pack, g
ocean to the backstreets, yeah i stick em my soul
i been kickin the goal, i’m el masri
argh, lightin up a spliff
always been from [?] when i’m fighting off the [?]
girl why you on my d*ck?
you emcees talk about weed like you paddlepop, paddlepop, paddlepop, paddlepop
[chorus]
b*tches get low
call me sriracha cuz chilli the sauce
d*ckin’ her raw, booty r*t*rded
i’m calling her cardi, i’m hittin that raw
spliffs in the draw, all things versace for b*tches that party with christian dior, like
my manager called, but i’m missing his call
i’m missing his agh

[outro]
la, lalalala, la, la, laa
la, lalalala, la, la, laa
come with me
hail mary
run with me
what do we have here, now?
lets get high tonight
la, lalalala, la, la, laa

hahahahaha
call me sriracha cuz chilli the sauce
paddlepop, paddlepop, paddlepop, paddlepop
hahaha
call me sriracha cuz chilli the sauce
call me sriracha yeah call me sriracha cuz chilli the sauce
let it fade out for a bit
let these motherf*ckers have the beat
they can loop that sh*t
spit like that

- chillinit lyrics

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