Lyrics:
This time around I'm gonna fit in
I swear by the hair on my chinny chin chin
I'm always the outcast the black sheep
Tripping over my words when I try
fuck yo Dinner Date,
I'mma be gone by tomorrow,
Leave him bald like Andrew Tate,
If he come around this Yard,
Nigga bet not Hesitate,
Finna leave him
Gotta try to get you right now, baby right now
Get the lights out, get the lights out
Yeah, I might call you, I might call
When the night falls, can
shoulders like a lint brush
But cross the line and you can go and get your chin bust
Treat me like COVID, testing my patience
But ain't no vaccine for the way
see my story is a story untold by the
Kid from Compton making straight
A's for new clothes
Surrounded by bullets from one
Of my relatives foes
Because
And all your trojans she gave me now it's in the bag you sent
Just know my dick print's on her chin
They overdosing when I throw the trojans over the boat
An it’s fitted
Hit on the first date
And she frigid
Wiz got the world play
An he wid it
Push me a big g 63izzle
By now I must of made as much as rizzle
I hope you know why
You're taking me for a ride
I'm taking it on the chin
Protecting the parts where the anger's been
When it's deep inside
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind
you in the chin
Don't make my niggas just take off the lid
Fuck the bitch once, then nut on her lip
(yeah) the choppa AR, boy, pop you like pill
(Let's
slip, passing by
I know your hearts been a'broken
But keep your chin to the skies
I know you've been through the notions
You're wondering why you try
This
so fucking twisted that I met with Slender Man
Grabbed him by the cleft chin and rammed him through the ceiling fan
Swinging on her man like he started
To pull-a da toot'
Require da grace
And not-a da brute
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
And that's-a da
it
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic chords like double helixes to show them
Wishy Washy
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Chyeah
Chyeah
Ha
Itspunkinbitch
Facts
Talk about these two faced ass nighas
Turn up turn up
Turn up
You wishy
a pound
An spray the town with the
Mack hundred eighty rounds
I'm been out
I'm deadly when I pull my pen out
Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out
I
none (Don't nobody want none)
Don't nobody want none (Don't nobody want none)
(Tech N9ne)
The beat I broke
Never needed my chin hair to be thy goat
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
the bushes sipping goose
Burning down your neck like a noose
With the homies hanging
Niggas riding by, we twisting fingers
Gang banging, set claiming
Oh if
blue?
If you leave me just a little I will try for you
Like you don't know by now
Scared to close my eyes till I pass out cold
So I rest my chin here
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
no punk, I'll 2 Step on yo' chin
I see some brahs (I see some brahs)
2 Stepping by they lonesome (by they lonesome)
These square suckers they acting
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
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