Lyrics:
books, and bought her lay's chips
But when I went for a kiss, I got nixed (I just saw you as a fan)
Next summer she was running with dwayne
Fresh nigga'
You let the chips drop let 'em fall where they may
This an everyday struggle like Notorious say
Son
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one
Come on son
Yeah, this is the story
Of wealth, cash, whips, chips, bitches and blunts
Must be the good life right?
Check this yo
I got a call from my girl
BabyYuh love slow wine, yuh disagree
Or yuh prefer fi mi chip up yuh knee
Bed a fi sleep, come inna di Settee
Mek me push it to you and you push it to me
should've stopped him
I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave, put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run
ratchet
Weh yuh seh? Run, watch it
Mi have gun weh wuk wi'
Pin number like Nokia chip
Shot contagious like disease
Try don't catch it
Head buss like bicycle
yet
Everybody stay strapped up, might act up
In the club, my cap on, bossed up like Capone
Chip's up
My dip in whatever's in that cap's off
Pull up in
we swerve ships
Medicine that burns lips
Earn chips, she only blew me cause I'm rich
There he at where he at?
There he at where he at?
In your city
one
You no tek two by two
That's why yuh supm tight eeh
Wine and chip up yuh knee
Cock up yuh foot inna ah sky
Mi cocky longer than a neck tie
Yuh pum
wanna jump like this
But I think I wanna dump my chips 'cause I cannot go back
I guess that's faith like this
Give you everything and you can skate
And my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
And left the god with plenty chips
He got many whips, many clips, many
elbows
I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
And a chip in my tooth
The proof is in the pudding
But the pudding’s in my youth
The kid growing older through
(your shit)
My Moncler in a jet (jet), my Maybach is a ship (ship)
My pockets keep gettin' fat (and fatter), it come from all these chips (chips
Chip (yeah)
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I could dip
Walked inside the buildin', posted on my hip
I told you to back away, I don't need none
[Repeat: x2]
Everybody's whistling the Hot Chip sound (Oh!)
People hear the beat and then their bodies move around (Oh!)
When the ground is
a tray merchants
Shop's got a special perchant for the disorderly
Geezers looking ordinary and a few looking lairy
Chips fly round to the sound
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in
a tray merchants
Shop's got a special perchant for the disorderly
Geezers looking ordinary and a few looking lairy
Chips fly round to the sound
that pussy in my section since we walked in
I just bought a AP cash I ain’t stressin'
Like the way she wipe the pole she caress it
Chocolate chip
da street
Bringing dem heat real Street
My stomach growl and im all beast
In broad day like police
Lick off a shot chip off da block
Dats royalty
make a dude wanna spend his chips, chips
I think I fell in love wit her clit, clit, clit, clit
I said shawty got gifts, gifts, gifts shawty got gifts
Everybody's whistling the Hot Chip sound (Oh!)
People hear the beat and then their bodies move around (Oh!)
When the ground is shaking then you know
at the poolside who needs a six pack when I'm in all this ice
Fully spit on what I want might spit in your face like call this grime
Chip's just cool he's not
of Chip'n Dale's Place
I didn't know it was the bubbles in the wine...
Well my mama's in the kitchen fixin' supper she thinks I'm a chopin' woods
Papa's in
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