Lyrics:
s the handicap for my chick
Everybody with a pistol claim they shit got a switch I like it Manual walk up blam' ya
Park the car by the bricks ain't for discussion
ass niggas
After you your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas
a dummy
Let the homie stay bummy
'cause once he start,
He don't stop,
That's it
And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
yeah, let's go)
He was next to me (come closer)
Our flight was s'posed to leave around 2:53
All I wanted to see
Is what would he do if I dropped
(yeaaa)
[Verse 2]
Uh
Yo its funny how ya money pow all of a sudden surrounded by these funny style chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit
Thou
again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting again
Which should cause severance husbands
How's it coming?
Good
You?
Done!
One minute
Hamburg Heaven
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I got another job
Where?
"Chic"
What's
dark
He thought this girl was chic
Chours x2
You don't know where I go
two-hundred bands in each ear
I was damn near the man before I started rappin'
These other niggas just cappin'
I can take the top off while the car goin'
the game I play 2 win
Live on Nawfside in a bando in a BANDEMIC makin' bands
I done seen all kinda shit, I been blocced by many hoes
Niggas be hatin
Hey you guys
Hey you guys
Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe
All the children went to heaven
Won't be back 'til ten after eleven
Are you ready
By a bitch
It makes no sense right?
Pussy tight
I bet that bitch clench like
The jaws of life
And it ain't got no stench like
Your dirty wife
So
and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again, chic and sporting again
Which should cause several husband's alarm
I'll hop down off the shelf and toute suite
the park and 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way that she dress
when i goes to park at 106 (holla)
Next...Her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
she lives on the west side i hit the L.A.X (ok)
I'm so impressed by the way
Mike was
Black gloves, white socks
Leather jacket with the zips, my gosh
All the freaks so chic
Stepping out, living large like party animals
And we get
a dream
Streets was the hang out, every day kicked out
Caught by security telling us to get out
New route to the mall or my mom’s house
Girls would call
different from them other dudes
I've tried so hard to hold on with you
Yep by a minute I played a fool
I even let you sleep by with a lie or two
See I was
them demons at play
(Oh, no)
I ain't playing, I make a whole lotta plays
(Ay woah ey)
Verse
Now I'm with the baddest chic since the time that she left
niggas hell
Get caught go to jail, I would later make bail
Hit tha trap on tha same chic back to the mail
Get a rat, lay it down we was tossin em up
Verse: 1
You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
[Waves Splash]
Yeah
Ugh
SWENDALoso
[Chorus]
We could Fucc by the shore beaches that’s sandy
Do ya wanna see the sunrise in Miami
Love the look
We ain't the same no we ain't the same no we ain't the same, nah
We playin' 2 games in 2 different lanes
No we ain't the same, nah
Through fortune
By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake
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