| Chachi!
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| Niggas choose a dumb dollar over smart pennies
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| If they don’t see the strings attached, don’t mean they ain’t any
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| If you ain’t took a loss, then most likely you can’t feel me
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| Had it up, I’m one hundred, that’s two fifties — always
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| Unless I’m dealing with this bitches
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| 'Cause handling the real ain’t really in they intuition
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| Baby mamas included, take heed 'fore you be sorry
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| One of mine fucked the homie, another one fuckin' robbed me
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| From industry roles to eye level with Glocks
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| Survived time after time, like watches chasing the clock, Chachi
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| Still standing, still 3−5-4 banging
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| Till my numbers in the rafters, look at 3−5-4 hanging
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| 'Fore I’m done I’ma have the world 3−5-4 banging
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| Bad bitches 'round L-A bet I 3−5-4 banged it
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| Yea, dick swinging on another level
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| Y’all niggas angels acting like the fucking devil
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| Had some deals on the table but I backed out
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| Counted mills on the table 'fore I plaqued out
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| Had a three-way with your girl, yea, we maxed out
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| But I don’t remember shit, boy, I blacked out
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| Bird told me before I go I gotta teach him something
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| If it ain’t brought about no change, then its all for nothin'
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| Duckin' range, homies killed, shit it’s all for nothin'
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| Diamond motherfucking lane, shit it’s all or nothin'
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| Staying tall at Jabbar, we don’t fall for nothin'
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| We let these clown niggas be clowns, we just sit and watch
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| We got ours out the mud, we don’t know no stoppin'
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| And put our backs against the wall, you gonna hear them shots
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| Drak Drak, got me walkin' with my cash out
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| Pull up drunk, fuck your girl like I’m fresh out
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| Pick my youngin' from the county, boy, he fresh out
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| Public defender tried to screw him but he straight now
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| Mind tickin', politickin' on another million
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| Everything is about precision, youngin' sit and listen
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| Don’t get high and make decisions, when you on your mission
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| My last nigga that didn’t listen doin' life in prison
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| She got me sick, I need to heal up
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| Feel it in my stomach like a sit up
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| Niggas all said I fell off, oh, I needed that
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| Yea, say ol' boy took my spot, well I need it back
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| Fuck, whats happenin?
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| Don’t make a nigga count a hundred thousand out
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| Don’t make me start fucking niggas hoes again
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| Don’t make me start running up on niggas with mirrors
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| Makin' it easy for niggas to see how hoe they is
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| I ain’t playin' nice wit niggas for no rap verse
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| And I ain’t actin' like I like you for no rap verse
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| Must I remind you niggas, I was in the trap first
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| And I ain’t get thrown a P, Bro I push stacks first
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| Sole survivor’s in my blood, check my DNA
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| in a skirt I’ll be a okay
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| My new bitch body bang like an 808
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| Stay with that heat, 2−2-3's Bape NMDs
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| Diamond freeze, cold world needed heated seats
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| These fucking streets will turn a yee into a fucking beast
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| Still got a thang for cute bitches wearing buns
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| Freak pretty hoes and every bitch that’s 'bout they funds
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| My girl fucked a real nigga now she hate lames
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| Still with my day ones, can you say the same?
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| Nigga, can you say the same?
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| If you can’t you got to live knowing you to blame
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| Chachi, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mission Statement , by - Problem. Song from the album Selfish, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп