Chynna Rogers - Glen Coco (prod. Cloud Atrium) | Текст песни

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• Glen Coco (prod. Cloud Atrium)

Daaaaaaamn....
Shout out my Marino Gang Niggas
A$AP Mob Niggas...
Maxx B., Max G...
Saan and Naj, and everybody the fuck else...
They be like 'Chizzy where you at?'

You know i'm all on my busy shit
Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on philly shit
All on some silly shit

Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My shit ridiculous
Start to finish i be killing shit baby
Pull out the lambo to park the mercedes
Whip game all crazy because of

My cadence, my flow, and my bars, and my shows, and my placements
Bugatti, ferrari, then maserati
These bitches is foreign but so is my property
All of these bitches got corny ass properties

Ugly, moody, poor as a pauper be
All tryna copy me can't afford parts of me
I was too humble
I was too modest
I let yall sleep on the months of the progress

Waking y'all up with y'all own corny watches
Cuz my shit so silent forget where my watch went
And so many diamonds can't tell what the time is
All in my space i be asking where Tom is

Training this bitches like thomas
Whole crew behind us but they in bahamas
I told them to chill get the fuck out the projects
Cuz when you legit and you all on your shit
Vacation is valid the trap always lit

Anyway i been out stacking my paper
Tryna get richer and richer and richer
So now i charge a couple racks for a picture
And picture me months ago, nothing no dough
Just some kool-aid in pitchers, sharing with niggas

Now it's like figure
I'm making these figures
Cuz they like my figure in dresses and sneakers
And for future reference don't ask for no features
I don't give a fuck and i never will neither
They ain't believe that your girl had that ether
Now i wear louboutins with my adidas

Still chiefin keef like i'm wiz khalifa
No being boujie, i grind til i'm bleeding
And that's the blunt truth that you niggas be needing
Thinking shit sweet til you taste what we dealing

That molly real bitter it might get you fiening
Battling demons and falling on cement
Might have you dreaming, might have you screaming
Bars, not the molly, i know i be scheming

I'm killing these niggas and i got good reason
These suckas been winning i don't like the feeling
I know i'm a goddess but don't catch no feelings
I'm just being honest, i got too much realness

WHOO!

They ain't even peep that nigga
They ain't even peep that i was on my street swag nigga
They ain't even see that i be really where i speak at
I could take the fuckin' streets back nigga

Shittin' where you eat ass nigga
Creepin' where you sleep ass nigga
Never could be my guy
You'll be going bye bye nigga
No lie my nigga
Don't try my niggas
All black on cuz they really ride my niggas
Not cuz it's stylish i promise my nigga

Pay ya homage little bitch i'll kill ya
And don't ever wonder
Don't really know you if you lacking on my number
All very simple
Chynna so chillin, nah chynna so gentle

Should've been killed you but buddha insisted i wait til
I'm perfect i couldn't resist it
It's over for niggas...

In soho with brobro cash out on the denim (all white)
Them bitches ain't want it
Them bitches ain't wait it til they saw me in it (all right)

My vision my vision you can't see my plans boy
Y'all niggas know guns but forgot bout your hands boy
I'm stunting on you, your crew, and your man
I would say your chick but she clay in my hands
Quicker than sand i hope you understand
Not to be fucked with i'm changing your plans

And don't touch my chains
And don't touch my briads
And don't touch my money you'll touch a nice fade

It's like everyday it's a new fucking wave
New fucking story, some new fucking slaves
New fucking questions bout who's new today
Who's competition and who's in my way
Who's who in music don't matter to me cuz i'm giving these styles and this crack all for free

It's like i'm a dragon i'm balling like z
It's like i'm a simpson Apu all the strings (apu all the strings)
It's like i'm a simpson Apu all the strings (apu all the strings)
It's like i'm a simpson Ah...

You know i'm all on my busy shit
Bought up the DKNY on my illy shit
Them bitches fake but yo this what it really is
Swerving on freeways on philly shit
All on some silly shit

Gulping the brown, got no etiquette
My shit ridiculous
Start to finish i be killing shit baby

Damn...

Start to finish i be killing shit baby

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