Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chi Chi, artist - Azealia Banks.
Date of issue: 04.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chi Chi |
Hands up, it’s a hold up |
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster |
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota |
I could picture ya noggin' rockin', you peasy on the corner |
I stretch it with the soda |
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder |
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover |
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up |
Niggas, I be wildin' for that cheddar, for that paper |
Island hoppin' in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica |
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso |
Get that perico on Broadway |
Chi Chi get the yayo |
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll |
Tell 'em niggas we be grindin' till the motherfuckin' day o’er |
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin', bet you hatin' |
Get that perico on Broadway |
Chi Chi get the. |
Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers |
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur |
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge |
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst |
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O |
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed 'em sex and blow |
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico |
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go |
Sittin' in the drop-top |
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box |
I don’t even like ya |
(Don't wanna be nothin' near like ya) |
All of my bitches get money they made |
All of my niggas is handsome with waves |
All of these rappers is pussy |
You heard they be stuntin' on wax but they really afraid |
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade |
Harlem shaked in the middle of the fuckin' parade |
Told you to put some respect on my name |
And stop talkin' that shit, put that check on my name |
Uh, put the check in my name |
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain |
I do not have time to entertain lames |
Won’t say no names 'cause I won’t give you fames |
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang |
My niggas gorillas and orangutans |
Live from the zoo, this the new 212 |
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang |
Niggas, I be wildin' for that cheddar, for that paper |
Island hoppin' in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica |
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso |
Get that perico on Broadway |
Chi Chi get the yayo |
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll |
Tell 'em niggas we be grindin' till the motherfuckin' day o’er |
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin', bet you hatin' |
Get that perico on Broadway |
Chi Chi get the yayo |