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