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the jam - king chip lyrics

[hook: cam’ron sample]
in chi i’m mike
boston i’m kenny
miami i’m timmy, in phoenix i’m penny
where my thugs with the hollow tips
girls that acknowledge it
polish it, after that swallow it

[verse 1: king chip]
yeah, wh-ssup b-tch
let me hear all that tough sh-t
naw n-gga don’t get scared now
i heard n-ggas saying, “f-ck chip”
like, “that n-gga must be a lame, yo!”
“why you ain’t got no chain on?”
“wonder how you got them j’s on…”
“aw d-mn, i ain’t see them rings tho.”
n-ggas ain’t playin’ no games ho
turn yo soul to an angel
i done had so much to say, ion mind going to jail yo
sticking to the script like velcro, got bullets that’s bigger than elbow
naw n-gga i ain’t never sell blow, and if i did n-gga what would i tell ya fo’
cause real n-ggas move in silence, n-ggas only respect violence
you gotta rollie, but you don’t what time it is?
gimme that n-gga, this my sh-t, yeah how you like me now?
turtle wax me up, then wipe me down
n-ggas talking ’bout they hungry, wow. no wonder they bite my style
all the hoes love me, if you hatin’ on chip then you hatin’ on money
cartier champagne, i know you ain’t never had that honey
yo broke -ss, i hate yo fake eyelashes
you won’t be living off my cash, you ain’t the only b-tch wit’ lots of -ss
and a flat stomach, and cold swag, and face like a goddess
chip don’t f-ck wit’ broke hoes, ion give a f-ck how fine you is
if they say they see me, its cause they don’t see me often
pull up on you while you walking and make you macaulay culkin
naw b-tch i ain’t gon’ ask you, i know you want me to har-ss you
here b-tch take my number, text me a picture of that -ss too
ask around i’m is the man, love weed like hoes love instagram
casey and that n-gga chip, h-ll yeah n-gga this the jam

[hook]

[verse 2: casey veggies]
i’m rollin’ five deep. five tries, fine me
i’mma stuck up guy girl call me “papi”
in the back of the club, i ain’t show no id
eighteen, mo’ cream than yo f-ckin’ daddy
girl i can be your sponsor, put you on to somthin’ proper
this what i call a wave, make that sh-t live doppler
three racks, bring the squad in
papa get that sh-t poppin’
watch us. look what we rockin’
met a girl straight from compton and my homegirl function
life is like a strip club, i’m just throwin’ dollars
if she ever throw it back, i’ll pick it up. pop my collar
i ain’t trippin’, money high, sittin’ low
takin’ her in, give it and go
never pretend, do it fa’sho
so historical, i’mma young legend
pray to god i go to heaven, stay grinding like 7-11
that’s kobe bryant, 24. 42 mill when i’m twenty-four
stack it real high, watch her get low
that’s real life, this how the sh-t go
that’s my dream, k!lled my scene
these hoes can’t see me, they need visine
swaggin’ for the m-sses, drop it slow like mol-sses
young veggies ’bout that cabbage, if some n-ggas ever asking
speedin’ straight, pedal smashin’
i’m just caught up in the rapture

[hook]

- king chip lyrics

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