T Milli - Chiraq (Remix) | Текст песни

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yall cats aint bout shit,
punch him in his mouth bitch,
run up on em and im out bitch,
body pile like auschwitz,
makin tracks and they all hits,
came up from hittin licks,
ballin like the fuckin knicks
im really with the fuckin shits
223s gonna kill a bitch
juu juu juu he aint shit
claim you with it then prove it bitch
middle finger said fuck your clique
real shit probably hit your chick
kill shit then we dippin quick
buyin shit then we flippin it
from a half to zip
zip to pound
pound to a brick
we movin shit
on some movie shit
hippy swag we get groovy bitch
my team never loosin bitch
no license and we cruisin shit
drink a bunch of booze and shit
like what the fuck am i doin here
got a lot to prove this year
like durk said you aint from here, dont come here
best rapper from alaska man
these other cats are hella whack
and that shit is fuckin fact
bust em down he aint comin back
run the track like a runnin back
from the trap i aint goin back
hella straps we totin dat
talkin shit we blowin that
talkin ass he aint holdin that
potent grass im rollin that
gone off the fuckin M
she fuckin me aint fuckin him
aint fuckin me she fuck my friends
grind hard till im in benz
take no Ls we only win
talkin shit yo life gone end
one deep breathe then im goin in
takin off and i aint goin land
from alaska to orlando man
run up on em and fold that man
poker face better hold that hand
we aint fuckin lackin and
dope dealin aint no squealin
talkin to a fuckin villian
Lando bound and im fuckin chillin
run up on me get merked hitta
been the realest since birth killa
sorry kid but im much illa
paper stack to the fuckin ceilin
all i want is mo scrilla
used to be a dope deala
now im on and i aint quittin
tell dem hoes im done kiddin
fast life thats how we livin

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