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jue lan - chow lee lyrics

[intro]
okay, alright, let’s go

[chorus]
she say the p*ssy ’bout right
she say the p*ssy ’bout rizzy
diamonds is vv, don’t turn on the light
you see it clearing the picture
i’m sippin’ syrup, i ain’t drinkin’ no liquor
her p*ssy was already wet, i’ma l!ck her
my ‘ooter been itching, he been movin’ relentless
he a flock broad day like he [?]
so keep my name out your mentions
d*mn it, he missed, i’ma ‘venge him
i need a fifteen, it’s green like a tennis ball
i need an rp, it’s yellow like lemons
twelve on the fronto, k!ll him, then inhale him
okay, pay for the shh* i’ma zelle him
i put that sh*t on
my shooter, he got that sh*t on him
i put on drip with sticks on

[verse]
shе don’t mind askin’ who she got lit off (yeah)
she startеd f*ckin’ my spin*off (skrrt)
i bust a play then i spin off (ha)
i sold him cut drink, had a win off
i know i said “for my cousin,” so i’m flipping my kin off
these sh*ts go with everything so i ain’t taking these ricks off
and that’s word to lonny lizza
that’s really my slime, my lizard
he gon’ f*ck her if she got a sister
i pulled a b*tch, she was p*ssin’ me off, she ain’t l!cking me, she started suckin’ my p*sser
i hit this b*tch with the trickery
i’m in my b*tch crib, but i just told her i miss her
but the gag is i miss her
all these b*tches wanna do is wear christian
told this b*tch i’ma take her to jue lan
’cause my name is chow lee and i’m lit*lit
if you think n*ggas care about nip*slips
i’m tryna bust on your lip*lips
i do not hang with no weirdos
we cut his legs off, ’cause he was tryna fake kick sh*t
[chorus]
she say the p*ssy ’bout right
she say the p*ssy ’bout rizzy
diamonds is vv, don’t turn on the light
you see it clearing the picture
i’m sippin’ syrup, i ain’t drinkin’ no liquor
her p*ssy was already wet, i’ma l!ck her
my ‘ooter been itching, he been movin’ relentless
he a flock broad day like he [?]
so keep my name out your mentions
d*mn it, he missed, i’ma ‘venge him
i need a fifteen, it’s green like a tennis ball
i need an rp, it’s yellow like lemons
twelve on the fronto, k!ll him, then inhale him
okay, pay for the shh* i’ma zelle him
i put that sh*t on
my shooter, he got that sh*t on him
i put on drip with sticks on

- chow lee lyrics

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