Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chirp, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song Daniel Son Necklace Don, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2017
Record label: TB Media
Song language: English
Chirp |
| Yeah man, you know |
| I just gotta get this shit off my chest, I do, I do |
| I’m tired of it, I’m sayin' this shit all the time |
| Like niggas takin' the style, niggas takin' everything a nigga do |
| I’m 'bout to get an alarm for my shit |
| Nigga get close to my shit, I’m puttin' a chirp on that shit |
| Shit gon' go off on niggas |
| Brr brr! |
| You dig what I’m sayin'? |
| Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr |
| Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr |
| Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr |
| Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr |
| Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr |
| Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr |
| I got Bloods in Savannah |
| I got Crips on Old National |
| On your ho like a fashion |
| Pinky ring on Alaska |
| Illest nigga in Nebraska |
| Nigga fake like wrastlin' |
| Got cash or plastic |
| Big cash, cappin' |
| Six Flags, lotta rides |
| Turn the beat to a homicide |
| Microphone look mortified |
| Lyrical bullets is a .45 |
| I’m doin' 75 on the 75 |
| 85 off of 85 |
| 200 on 285 |
| None of my cars take 89 |
| Down to get money any time |
| Life a bitch with no panty line |
| Us versus the other squad |
| Stash spot is my boxer shorts |
| Just stickin' to the protocol |
| Weed smellin' like underarm |
| Turn you suckers into bubblegum |
| Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr |
| Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr |
| Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr |
| Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr |
| Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr |
| Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr |
| I just might stand on the car |
| Stand on the wall |
| Logos on my bag |
| Logo on my scarf |
| Yeah I met her tonight |
| Fuck her tomorrow |
| You know how we are |
| You know who we are |
| Yeah the trap is my workplace |
| You know I came from a hurt place |
| Had to reverse it to first place |
| To father, hustler in first place |
| And I said word for word |
| I usually smoke at work |
| I either smirk or flirt |
| Took it from hard to vert |
| I got some word to off |
| Them bitches bumpin' soft |
| Young niggas stealin' sauce |
| I’m tryna drill 'em off |
| I’m tryna kill this off |
| I bring the women out |
| I’m 'bout to build a house |
| Then I’ma rent it out, woah! |
| Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr |
| Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr |
| Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr |
| Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr |
| Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr |
| Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr |
| Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr |
| You already know that’s me though, stay drenched |
| Every time you see me, I’m drenched |
| I’m the freshest nigga in the room, you dig what I’m sayin'? |
| I’m soaked, uh |
| We gon' need some wet floor signs in here, people, please |
| It’s the drench god, we don’t want nobody to fall |
| Slip up on this sauce, mane |