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virus - chuckie ceo lyrics

[intro: babytron]
aye, clover, what up
aye, aye, aye, sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
bro got a mask on, no coronavirus
b*tch can’t get a ring like her phone on silent
i’m in love with the jacks, you the goat, verizon
big drip, all splash, i don’t know poseidon

[verse 2: chuckie ceo]
aye, running to that money, i be speeding
big chop leave a f*ck n*gga bleeding
aye, my n*ggas out here shooting for no reason
in that cell, i was talking to them demons
out the way [?] finna ball all season
aye, wipe a n*gga nose like a fever
i’ma pass down the mic, i be [?]
give ’em 50*50, i was [?]

[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
[?] od, ot tryna overdrive
you ain’t bring sh*t from ot but coronavirus
young n*ggas like to smack n*ggas for no rеason
i can send a n*gga up to god, i know demons
rap n*ggas dead, wе not, the score even
in the trap, if i see a opp, ain’t no leaving
dawg wearing fake jay’s, them be [?]
my n*gga chuckie, he a ceo, this ain’t child’s play
[verse 4: babytron]
i got some wocky in my cup
feel like khris middleton, i popped up with the bucks
what the f*ck? hutch feeling c*cky on my buffs
sh*ttyboyz, punch god, i’m pumping out with thrusts
in the jungle with some realers, i’m with sk!ll and ’em
if you don’t like the sh*t talk, come and k!ll it then
if that b*tch hit once, use the bin again
aaron gordon in her, slam dunk, b*tch, i’m switching hands

[verse 5: chuckie ceo]
yeah, i got real money, i just act fake
aye, hit it from the back, make her back break
aye, running up a check till my back ache
[?] just buffed three fifties on a bad day
finna slide, told that n*gga meet me halfway
f*cking with the gang, yeah, it’s gon’ be a sad day
f*cked around on sh*t, on a n*gga, i got bad brakes
aye, i’ll rob a n*gga for his last plate

[verse 6: sk!lla baby]
i’m with the steppers, turn a n*gga to a pancake
i’ll train a n*gga b*tch for a flat rate
i’ll steal a n*gga b*tch, take [?]
n*gga, i’ll pass this b*tch to tron, he’ll sh*t on you
n*gga, no cap, once you cross that line, you can’t go back
[?] and you know that
rich n*gga, leave a b*tch with a broke back
[verse 7: babytron]
sb, tnl, and we got [?]
if it’s beef, hula hoop, i’ma pop crew
chop like [?] i’ll pop dude
i just wanna thank jesus i am not you
told [?] come and smoke his ass
made a hundred off of joker’s stash
lil’ b*tch like elsa with her frozen*ass
bro hot as h*ll, riding ’round with a stolen matt

[verse 8: chuckie ceo]
aye, i’ll never call a b*tch over
f*ck around and got a [?] like corona
i be itching for body, i’ll blow ya
young n*gga, i be tripping, i’ll show ya
aye

- chuckie ceo lyrics

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