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I wont ever leave it, wont ever leave it alone
Until I level up like the soul of Nina Simone
Chip on my shoulder I never leave it at home
Leave it
yo bitch cuz now a days I hit the bank 
Counting up the chips, get to the bag like frito lay 
We cut the fruit that couldn't hang 

Dipping through
mad cuz I'm hot bitch ?
Mad cuz u not bitch?
U can not top this 
Yea yea Aye
It's lit 
Wrist lit 
Mixed chick 
Big chips 
It's lit 
Wrist lit 
Mixed
bitch
Wonder why her knees ashy bitch 
Stay with hoe 
I'm never lacking bitch
I'm in the trap catch my bagging zips 
Stacking chips and i'm packing clips
Balenciaga the gucci and prada the shit that we spend we addicted to dollars 
I don't give a fuck gotta get to the guala and stack all the chips I put that
nothin' but lay up on my ass
And I ain't got no chips 'cause I done lost it all and folded
They think that I am whole but on the inside I'm all Broken
So
the chips 
And dipped 
I've been whippin' instrumentals in the lab and serving hits
(Yeah)

East side 
Roll up on the east side 
Back in 301
My mind on why
got the Sauce i feel like I'm vinaigrette

I need the blue chips
I neesd whips on whips
Hit it from the back and then i just Dip like a chip
I think she
World still turns
The weed still burn 
No handouts 
I'm gettin errthang i earned
Cheese with the chips 
Mind on rich 
Won't quit til i got that shit
That's gone get you, hit lil n***a
Ridin' round with gang and we slide
I'm just tryna get the, chips lil n***a 
I don't know why all these pussy
Yeah, Fucking Great juhurd?
Mizzy!
Stick to the script
We getting them chips
Just look at my bitch
Just look at my whip
Look at the splif
Look
tac
Lil baby be wet like a dish rag,
Got a six pack
And a thick ass
Chips stacked
Popping big tag
Nigga slicked back like a pimp
Pussy niggas getting
fish, swimming in a small pond (Uh huh)
Big shit, walkin round like "wah gwaan" (Alright)
Big chip, steering it like bron bron
She cheering me no pom-poms
write to these samples
Fuck how you feeling, I'm feeling like you'll get trampled
Life is a gamble, chips I got a hand full
Drowning for a hand to pull me
Stacking the chips
The way we dip
Walk with the sauce 
I gotta drip
I gotta drip
I'll never slip
Taking my shot 
Hennessy on my lips

Yuhh
Ayy
Pockets fat
ginobili
I remember growing up they told me
I would never be nothing it was O.D
Now I'm going for the chip with the whole team
Undefined be the gang that all
costs folks like you and me
And if we don't all chip in
We'll never pay that bill
Freedom isn't free
No, there's a hefty fuckin' fee.
And if you don't
High Roller

Here she comes, real high roller
Got no chip's on her shoulders
Toss the dice, win her over
She won't be leaving here alone
Smell's
i cant quit 
Stack my chips till im sick 
Till my mommy get rich ay
The money dont fold 
I need that shit till 
Im wrinkled and old
Cant get no sleep
I flip shit
I need some ice that drip drip
A nice lil whip whip
Rhymes so contagious
They so sick sick
I’m bout my chips wit dip dip
From
want smoke no cancer chemo
Sleep with the fishes lil boy Nemo 
I got chips like I own casinos
Out in Miami like Dan Marino

This a one man game so I
to a spot, we could burn up
Uh, learn some - been a real one since my past life 
Spiritual bish went to yoga
Came back wit a chocolate chip mocha
Lil pussy
you're dreamin
Oh the color, I scream I scream
Yeah
Chocolate chip, mint dip
Oreo, ice box
Lemon twist, strawberry velvet
Cherry red, ginger ale
Black
away
Now I'm down the street 
But I feel the heat 
From all this 5g
Designer babies with a chip in they neck 
Providing physical and mental enhancements

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