Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chi Chi , by - Azealia Banks. Release date: 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 |