Lyrics:
they ask how I have been
Ask if they can share say not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
But now I'm the big bad wolf for some reason
They'll forget
em to the chin
Aye ring around the Rosie when the problems try to hit
Yeah I dance around a problem like Ali in '66
Everywhere I go I know there's
they gone try to repeat it
Make ‘em clap for this one like we got our fans all in the bleachers
They listen to use like teachers, inspired by all
Niggas ain't fuck with the kid
Tried to do me like the grinch
I ain't never let em' win, that was way back
Took an L, I kept that on my chin
Just
Raise your chin
Warm yourself
With cold rays of the black sun!
Cut me, beat me, beg me kneeling
Tease me, kill me, i am bleeding
Kiss me, fuck me, try
sheep clothin tried doin me in
Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin
Was what it was, it is what it is
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Please let me know
Where I
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
the whole block starin'
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me then they lie to me
Product of a dyin' breed
All my homies tryin'
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
and I put that on everything I love
The hairs on my chinny chin chin, my girlfriend, and my bum I chin
And my viesca to familia, primera, la colonia es mi
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
a solid hip below the belt to make your nuts not grow
Here`s to all crews that been wack
I got a thinkin cap with raps I attached with a chin strap
dollar rather drunk or sober
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad
Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot,
Get your eyes on your chin, better watch what your mouth say (Watch it!)
Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Zans)
Fuck it, fuck it, nigga
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
had a chin on him (uh)
I caught the ball then I hit the spin on 'em (ah)
I need the money on the table by this morning (ah)
Uh-huh, you heard me?
Gotta get it by any means... RecGang
Alotta dese niggas be talkin down
Alotta niggas wanna take me out
Dey be pocket watching fuck how dey feel
Cause
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
gym
It’s a drought put me in
If I show face I need ten like I’m Ben
Not Jawana but Jamin
If your honor try to find me
Then I’m sliding by my Bitch
But
can never conquer demons, all by yourself
cll the hypocrites seem to say
Take it on the chin, you'll be c-Ok
What do you need when you get what you
sinny sin sins satan had me by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
When the flesh called I was giving in in in carnal minded blinded faded on that Benny Hen
again
Gotta stand on my word, no need to pretend
Get it done by myself, no, I don't need a friend
All them L's in my life got took on the chin
It's just
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
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