Pretty Chilli - #TeddyBear (prod. by DreamLinerz Gang) | Текст песни

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• Pretty Chilli
• #TeddyBear (prod. by DreamLinerz Gang)

Chorus:
Killin' ya wit this track
Ripin' ya like a teddy bear

1
Rules are for fools, suckaz been changing positions, Kamasutra
Travelled to jungle, borrowed a couple of faces, Ace Ventura
I'll be the main chick in this game, learn about me when I learn about fame
Dirty azz bitches are already dead, guess I came back to continue the Hell
Dudes going like isn't she done, I heard she dissin' us, let's cut her off
Cutting me off? Don't make me laugh, ya'll mathufuckaz too young for that stuff
Chillin' alone wit my chain on, I am still poppin' while you're still asshole
People still know me, from russia with love
Only one song that you are famous for
Yes I want more, in case you didn't know
Time to get busy, call me Sean Paul
Fuck who you are, your level is zero
If we be fuckin' I'd kill ya wit pillow
Got so much love from Europe to Brasil, oh
Speakin' italian, Robert DeNiro
You wanna dial me? My number the same
Just lemme know when you're out of the game
U 'n ya pets doing fake holy shit
Wake up 'n go release Greatest Hits
Rocking the streets, Tripp NYC jeans
Wish ya girl was as much stylish as me
You keep on talkin' stuff you never heard off
Dealin' wit peeps who can nothing but show off
Russian EVE that's how they call me since '10
I'ma signora, you're just a paesano

Chorus:
Killin' ya wit this track
Ripin' ya like a teddy bear

2
Resident Evil is how your rap goes
Bleedin' my ears, bleedin' my nose
You really think it's all worth your fake goals?
Healthy ones run like they would have seen ghosts
Me I'ma Sheeva, real monsta diva, bitch I'm alive like his majesty Devil
You've seen my face - I have to kill ya
You tryna go up, I'm saying C Ya
Talkin' 'bout Hell, without knowing the meaning
Don't play wit fire or you'll be convicted
I ain't put disses, no I ain't braggin'
How could you blame it on me, stupid faggot?
Better go on, make another chick pregnant
I'd rather keep on increasin' my profit
Suckaz still LQ, suckaz still lo-fi
Hippopotamus IQ, Alloha
Shit you be sayin', you see now it's over
Errbody laughin' at you and you know why
Dreamin''bout Bentley, Bugatti, Range Rover
What you should do is reborn Apple owner
While you're still livin' in a village like this
You'll never get a chance to show ya teeth
I challenge you to sum perfect release
Who do you think would be better, pop quiz
Just reminisce, ain't no bitch quite like me
All of these chickens can't do ya like me
Rhymin' like me, rappin' like me, think I got wings, so come flyin' wit me
2011-2013, suckaz are dead for me, so R.I.P
Newest beginning is waitin' for me, woke up like this and I'm flawless like Bee

Chorus:
Killin' ya wit this track
Ripin' ya like a teddy bear

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