Pretty Chilli x Mad Dope - How We Do | Текст песни

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Verse 1 (Pretty Chilli)

I've been gone for a while, you see I'm back in da game
I'll put that shit in ya mouth and blast ya mafuckin' brain
Yeah yeah these bitches so mad at me, I be killin' 'em still
I make 'em beg for mercy, just let 'em know I'm for real
No, I don't deal with the fake ones, I mean what I'm sayin'
You heard my stuff many times, that's why you sittin' complainin'
6 foot tall on da high heels, nature-born Sagittarious
Bitch you know who's the finest, I'm da one you should grind with
Almost found my way and I prefer to make it bigger
Stayin' true to myself and kick it like Queen Latifah
Download it to your iPod and make the volume on max
C-H-I-double L-I, rewind and shake ya ass

Verse 2 (Pretty Chilli)

Not a rookie silly bitch who don't know what 2 do wit it
When the club go bang, I'ma push it 'till it quit
Wavin' up your hand and get crunk while I'm on the mic
You ain't often see a russian chick 2 burn up the night
Oven & over again I'm tryna tell then homies: lay back
While they're crossin' fingaz, I'ma startin' 2 move on top
Well if you say them bitches good, you’re right, 'cos the're good 2 fuck
I ain't tryna make a sense I'm harder, but I'm hard 2 rap
Instead of tellin' me "go here", think twice what you're gonna get
Shorty you're damn wrong 2 chill wit me, stay down or you're dead
So put ya hands up in the air 'cos my stuff like policeman
I'ma tie you up and disarm, like a thief in a law, man

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