Lyrics:
the bottle we ain't takin' sips
Spark up the loud get fly on this trip
Me and my team we winnin' this chip
Gettin' all this lucci than we out this bitch (Hold
keeping my promise to you; I got ya back now
When the chips are down
It seems like it's so hard for you to move ahead
Just know that I am by your side
There
feathers
There's a get out of jail card if
I can think of something clever
I'll plead the fifth on all of this
When your chips are down
And your drinks are
Scratch the surface see what’s lying beneath
I walk with a chip on my shoulder
The death of assumption will reset beliefs
Where I come from you hold
don't hurt nobody"
But she keep coming back with
More and more chips
Boy meets girl
Girl likes boy on girl on girl
And it's our world
She be bringing
Chorus :
Wake up then I bake then i Run it up
Bitch im blowing up your phone cause shit aint adding up
Hot like chips, bitch aint no takis
We Got
Called the mombo
This little game we try to play
It's called the mombo
It's the dance we do each day
When stakes are high and the chips they start
spannend bovendien
Ik moet er wel voor zorgen
Dat niemand mij kan zien
Chips en borrelnootjes
Cake en suikerbroodjes
Daarom
Want stiekem snoepen is de bom
ben een vieze nigga moet in kliko yeah
Breng de Hennesy girl en de weed ook yeah
Trek je aan je haar wil dat je ziet ook yeah
We zoeken de chips en de
It's your life, but their way. Follow me, it's all the same.(x2)
So count your chips and roll the dice you might find
That it's twice as nice, around
the chips and I'm going to
A pleasure appointment with you
Now I usually put some gin
Where my hope had been
But this time ain't the same
Because we
to feel you
Straight up
Pokerface
[ VERSE 1: Saafir ]
Cash in your chips, I'm hot, I got the fever
Where the dealer?
Nobody move, it's my turn
I'm shakin
[David Banner]
One government, one card and one chip
That got Curtis Mayfield, they got Griff
They got the west coast hatin folks on the east
They know
the glitches
Chip cuz, tell 'em come and zip cuz
Hundred on his headstone, homies call me rich cuz (mhm)
Flip cuz, candles cuz they miss cuz
I ain't gotta
pray for better days
Chip, chip, cheerio, everything's all good, right?
I got rich, I got rich, I'm livin' that fast life
Couple M's in my bank
Every other night I'm outside with the nine
You ain't got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next man's girl
Sounds harsh but they
the thousands in a race for guap
Chip off a block, killer come quickly chip off your block
I heard that it was money on the avenue
Betcha I be stupid racked
hell
I called her ass for two months and heard shit from her
These girls couldn't care less when the chips under
The chips are up and on my shoulder,
Jenny Craig, is yo' introduction
Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine Boo smog up
You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls and
I'm
the caterer
I deal chips from the left
Chicken and chips off the bone
I offer all on the menu
Stick with me, stick with me
I am your caterer
I am your
bluebottles
I even stoop to an icy vodka
As I feel the inevitable
battle creep nearer and nearer
Chip! Chip!
Arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
back again (keep your hands up)
We back, we back, we back, we back, we back, we back
I remember the days of prayin' my chips be right
Louie the 13,
the benzos
Squawtin real low, got me drivin real slow, she's a real ho
And even though her parents spent the fat chip
On that private school chip
She
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