Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CHIŁŁ., artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 03.03.2018
Song language: English
CHIŁŁ. |
| Get twisted Sundays |
| We at it again |
| Look I’m from the swat |
| You can get ya issue |
| Every beat I get to slicing |
| Like I’m Yoshimitsu |
| Knew I had the juice since the 4th grade |
| Had a chili bowl but I was down to catch a fade |
| Ouu MOST my patnas be catching plays |
| I only give em bars in hopes That it’ll catch a slave |
| Unlock his mental then build credentials to catch a wave |
| Up outta poverty logically they should gimme praise |
| Oou Hallelujah on my medulla |
| They clap for me cause they see a ruler straight out the sewer |
| I try to teach em how to Maneuver without the ruger |
| They say I’m spittin bazookas cause the flow is medusa |
| That’s hard |
| Word to my t Jones |
| If yo neck got beady beads get a heat comb |
| Dogface was trappin hard he had 3 homes |
| I asked my partner how you poppin with a preowned |
| Vehicle swear his thinking remedial |
| He drive a charger but swear it’s a Lamborghini coupe |
| He shop at Zara but swear he be rocking Jimmy Choo |
| I get on tracks and do magic just like a genie do |
| Ouu One time for the west tho |
| 2 times for the youngin with the best flow |
| I rap for those relieving stress with the sess smoke |
| They hear my bars and feel like the God is celestial |
| Ouu |
| Hail Mary. |
| Mother of God |
| I gotta Patna sellin soft another sell hard |
| They like Ginobili on the block ready to catch a charge |
| I got to too many friends in low places word to Garth |
| Brooks, and ain’t no one shook |
| Cause ain’t no such thing as halfway crook |
| They want us all extinct we halfway look |
| And feel like dinosaurs, I ain’t hurt I’m just kinda sore, by the fact that |
| this time of war, brought on us is for kinda poor, people who do not mind all |
| sorts of calamity vanity my sanity is kinda teetering the way they misleading |
| the youth to be some idiots yep yep yep yep ouu |
| I said it |
| They gassed up… unleaded |
| Every beat I’m on. |
| Be-headed |
| Come at me wrong and get slid like debit |
| Or credit it’s the same just refrain from transactions |
| Fat bad had to get shorty like Gene Hackman |
| E gave me support that was needed to gain traction |
| And Nell be making beats that I instantly deem classic |
| Yuh I ain’t lyin I ain’t lyin dog |
| We should go diamond with the pressure we applying dog |
| Every beat I get I hit it with the iron claw |
| Be a king that’s the only thing a lion taught |
| Yuh |
| Mufasa of mi casa |
| Where I’m from they turn imposters to pasta |
| I’m tryna go from ramen noodles to the lobster |
| And pay my mama back for every penny that I cost her |
| Yuh |
| Yuh |
| I ain’t playin with ya |
| Yea yea yea |