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chit chat (feat. thereal47) - k3 gritz lyrics

chit chat (feat. thereal47) lyrics
[intro: k3 gritz]
(aria made this!)
(grrd pow, pow pow pow pow)
(we can do this later or now now now now)
mmm

[chorus: k3 gritz]
i got love for ulysses s. grant i love benjamin more
i told the n*ggas on my block we’d no longer be poor
i had some opps slide down so i settled the score
can’t waste no time on some n*ggas that won’t open no doors
and i done came a long way i had to get that
you wanna make a deal with me so i’m like “bet that”
these n*ggas keep playing with me i tell ‘em get back
so tired of the sh*t i’m tryna kick back
these n*ggas hating so much i don’t ever gеt love
and i be getting p*ssy daily but it’s nеver enough
your brother said he stepping for you how the f*ck he gon’ run?
remember the first day a n*gga held to a gun
and i done came so far i’m tryna sit back
b*tch my diamonds shining you can watch my wrist flash
bad b*tch on my line i’m boutta hit that
whoa, i’m not really with that chit chat

[verse 1: k3 gritz]
grrd pow, pow pow pow pow
we can do this later or now now now now
if you want the smoke it’s going down down down down
i be sipping lean smoking loud loud loud loud
move, i swear that the cash so good to me
only doing things that i really know is true to me
truthfully, them boys really think a n*gga fooling me, huh
look at what the money go and do to me
[verse 2: thereal47]
i know that you see the pain in my eyes
when i see a few members die
and are you really gon’ be by my side
when i uppen my nine?
she not a runner so i’m pulling all her tracks out, can’t f*ck with the crash out
and if you got a problem my brothers gon’ pull the macs out
how you say you bread and you don’t even got no cash out
if you got a problem my n*ggas who bring the macs out
shorty a dub, shorty be cheating, i don’t got time for these lies
girl i thought you was finna stay forever
i been sipping on that henny mixed that sh*t with some codeine
i pray to god that sh*t gon’ make it better
you said you love me but that shouldn’t make it better
i’d give my heart to a gun before i give it to a thot
and i got no time for no fun because i gotta run it up
these n*ggas don’t want no static i’ve been tryna knuckle up

[chorus: k3 gritz]
i got love for ulysses s. grant i love benjamin more
i told the n*ggas on my block we’d no longer be poor
i had some opps slide down so i settled the score
can’t waste no time on some n*ggas that won’t open no doors
and i done came a long way i had to get that
you wanna make a deal with me so i’m like “bet that”
these n*ggas keep playing with me i tell ‘em get back
so tired of the sh*t i’m tryna kick back
these n*ggas hating so much i don’t ever get love
and i be getting p*ssy daily but it’s never enough
your brother said he stepping for you how the f*ck he gon’ run?
remember the first day a n*gga held to a gun
and i done came so far i’m tryna sit back
b*tch my diamonds shining you can watch my wrist flash
bad b*tch on my line i’m boutta hit that
whoa, i’m not really with that chit chat
[outro: k3 gritz]
(grrd pow, pow pow pow pow)
(now now now now)
(down down down down)

- k3 gritz lyrics

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