Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chit Chat, artist - Token. Date of issue: 12.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chit Chat |
| Sit on the couch, ho |
| Pimp shit intro to outro |
| Rich and I’m shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke |
| Drink like Cinco de Mayo |
| Tints on the ride home, bitch I’ve been tryna hide |
| Pop shit like Prince or a Michael |
| All white whip, it’s albino |
| By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top |
| Pop-pop to the enemy |
| Shop with a cop-cop tendency |
| Hot like I got-got felony |
| Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree |
| Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine |
| While my opener on, right-right in front of me |
| Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me |
| Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me |
| Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree |
| Enemy, I hold smoke, bro I’m chim-chimney |
| I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally |
| I’m so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me |
| My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy |
| A boatload of women like we’re goin' on a trip |
| Don’t trip 'cause my bro’s clip so-so finicky |
| The slowmo fuckin' with the cold-cold Hennessy |
| Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me |
| «What the fuck?» |
| By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck) |
| Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) |
| I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck) |
| Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) |
| Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck) |
| When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck) |
| I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich |
| Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich |
| She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh |
| I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh |
| I never cheat-cheat but I see three of 'em |
| T-T, she call me T, I’m the boss and shit |
| Pray to that motherfucker like it’s a cross and shit |
| G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit |
| Smack that ass, now it’s redder than some MAGA shit |
| Stuntin' like my daddy when I’m snappin' at the mic |
| Trigger-happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice |
| Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light |
| Baby, did you really make a inde milli? |
| That’s right |
| All the women pretty, more petty than that |
| Chameleon with everything because I really adapt |
| I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone |
| Head to head to head to head to head to head to head |
| Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread |
| I be tryna count the bread 'til I’m braindead |
| Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said |
| Baby I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head |
| Head of the bank offices |
| Credit with great confidence |
| 'Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics |
| Henny, I’m eight bottles in |
| Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is |
| Fuck, what time is it? |
| 'Cause |
| «What the fuck?» |
| By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck) |
| Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) |
| I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck) |
| Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck) |
| Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck) |
| When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck) |
| I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich |
| Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich |