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woc pint freestyle - r3 da chilliman lyrics

[intro]
(nolimitaustin)

[verse]
if this bullet don’t hit his head it’s gon’ whack his spine
i specialize in 211s and 459s
mama know i got a problem, i’m obsessed with weapons
i was taking mugshots, i ain’t learned my lesson
now i’m blowing ten bands at the gallery
i f*ck model hoes, a bum b*tch can’t get next to me
[?] it ain’t a n*gga ahead of me
they copy drip but they can’t figure the recipe
in the field looking for ch*nky, we need them bucks
hands in the air, i got a stick, if you move i bust
where the perc’? where the wock’? i need my drugs
i told that b*tch she might fold, she can keep her love
he talking like he mad max and he don’t got a pole
i’m really walking n*ggas down in designer clothes
these ain’t the regular air forces, these say supreme
i’m on the block with a glock, the stick hanging out my jeans
smell like a pound of zaza and some dior cologne
got n*ggas in the club with ski mask, you know what time we on
i’m a n*gga in my hood, never gave a statement
they smell the cookies when we arrive, real gary payton
your n*gga scared to come around, we got him pressured up
i’m k!lling ’bout my chains but you can test your luck
i boogie down on any n*gga, i don’t need no mask
i’m trigger*happy, if we beef you can’t get no pass
i strip n*ggas for they jewels, you better hide your watch
pj just called me on facetime with a pint of wock’
we the n*ggas that made n*ggas wanna get some money
i don’t want that p*ssy, you f*ck n*ggas who broke and bummy
better duck your head, we got choppers with beams
he must ain’t heard i’m passing out angel wings
high speed tapping n*ggas, the police can’t make us stop
you don’t gotta ask, you know i’m equipped with a glock

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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