Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chiddy Chiddy Bang Bang, artist - Troy Ave. Album song Bricks In My Backpack 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Chiddy Chiddy Bang Bang |
If you don’t go for the home team |
You just a sucker |
I’m a Knicks fan, I’m from New York… |
Ah, I’m looking good, good |
You looking bad, bad |
I see you looking, what you looking at? |
Stop gazing, I’m on the cost |
Sitting low we pray, but in god we trust |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
And every bad bitch I know do the same thing |
One time for the women who good give that head nice |
Racks in my backpack, this the… right |
Still getting money, still fucking hoes |
Still smoking weed, still selling blow |
Powder enough to change but the weather |
I’m still chilling, see me |
Winter time, the beef is better |
You still don’t believe me |
It’s alright I’m cooking crack in your mom’s house |
Where’s your bed, still sleeping on your mama’s couch |
Living romance, nigga won’t be living soon |
A dead ass, wanna see you twitter from the tomb |
At the moment I’m doing me, it’s how I feel |
It always be the fakes one that say to keep it real |
You steady blogging, we steady mobbing |
Shout out to my nigga Flip, from out… Tampas |
What up blood, I’m such a creep |
Blew a couple grands just to icey blue my wrist |
Ah, I’m looking good, good |
You looking bad, bad |
I see you looking, what you looking at? |
Stop gazing, I’m on the cost |
Sitting low we pray, but in god we trust |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
And every bad bitch I know do the same thing |
When I’m fucking, never love her up on my dick, I’m loving |
Cause no I ain’t a team, baby mamas ain’t the shit |
To have a real nigga, looking like a fucking cow, this is true |
Magic’s over, she wanna leave the white house |
I’m hustling for real, made through without a deal |
Ask anybody who know me, they say that nigga is ill |
Got some money need more, yeah I could go in the snow |
The way I see it, till I’m rich, I’m a grind like I’m … |
A cold nigga but my flow got a fever |
Shit, with all these goals, I’m an over achiever |
Hustle music, that struggle music’s for leases |
Niggas who wait in line for sneakers, so who you with |
Best be the click clack, banging on our flows |
Nice… louis vutton kicks, laying on our tops |
I’m the shit, wipe me down, dope dealer in my town |
King’s county, no crown, but renown |
Ah, I’m looking good, good |
You looking bad, bad |
I see you looking, what you looking at? |
Stop gazing, I’m on the cost |
Sitting low we pray, but in god we trust |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my niggas main team |
And every bad bitch I know do the same thing. |