Lyrics:
runnin up the money get the summy wit it Tell me if your votin for the Biden or the Trumpy wit it Tell me, tell me if ya gettin really crummy or the chumpy
finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me (dump me) To have me, yes, you lucky (yes, you lucky) I
finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me (dump me) To have me, yes, you lucky (yes, you lucky) I
Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him
I still profit Even when you're off it, bank's in my pocket 'Cause of my music, what you call me chumpy? In my trade, the Tribe is known to get
need to blow my nose Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows For you and your bros, him and his hoes You don't like it? Here's my dick, bite
I used to think that you were really cool Although I knew it was impossible That you would ever want to get with me All small and chumpy like
Chumpy lost his life Sometimes I be thinking, wishing I can press rewind But I know that's not an option, time is never stopping When I hit the mall,
Naw Yea it's been a minute had to get my bread right Cause bein played like a chumpy jus wasn't cooh Seen you with that college gown you went and got
chumpy) (Talking on me but keep jumpy) (Niggas know the way we do and they gumpy) Don't got nothing don't powering that churning If you feeling grumpy (Ya
come through with that chumpy Man I start rollin money wasn’t folding Swerving in a Johnny yeah that shit stolen Rolling to the party nigga who holding
the closest I get to that is a CHUMPY Unzip my coat in the wind Cuz I'm feeling GUSTY I lift ur soul up in prayer Cuz it's cBOVE ME Use a baldheaded demon
daddy, put me after all them bitches My mama didn't raise me, so I can not love these bitches R.I.P to chumpy he got hit up in that crossfire Back then she
Grape Day's soda Chumpies and butter crunch $1 in quarters $1 left over from lunch Cracking jokes and smokes waiting for the 61 We talk shit
of your funk injection So let me all have it all shit that's funky And let me get to tweakin' off this here chumpy Drink up a cup of the distilled funk
dying for I'll be in my back, I'll be spazzing I'll be murking Every person I'll be rapping on the Track with cause I'm working Look chumpy I'm for
sweaty I'm sitting getting chumpy eating on Little Debbie's with whip cream and cherries Wondering to myself should I get twisted, Chuck Berry I'll just
this pistol quicker than a crack sale Did the math, chopped the brick in half like a blackbelt Fuck your hundred grams, it's straight to the chumpies
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