Lyrics:
niggas can get roudy
I'm talkin bout flippin they lid bout me
Ride for me like the cta and they eta be extremely quick prolly
I'm a Chicagoan baby
Let's go
it
I got fallen homies so the liquor I'm gone pour it
Know I'm Chicagoan but I ain't never going
I'm gone blow it
Blow it
Blow it
Blow it
I'm gone blow
find me at the cosmopolitan
Holding bottles, never bottled in
Probably with Chicagoans
And there's black girls modellin'
Looking for a followin'
Attitude
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin game I was scrimaging
My penmanship's so hard it needs censorship
I'ma Chicagoan
spittin' game I was scrimmaging
My penmanship's so hard it needs censorship
I'ma Chicagoan till Chicago ends
Till we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know
sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin game I was scrimmigin
My pimpinship so hard it needs censorship
I'ma chicagoan till Chicago
censorship
I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago wins
'Til we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better
Gettin' laid or gettin' paid
I just know when I'm
harder than the times, you hardly scary
Holdin' gats inside, you cats is Halle Berry
They ask me where hip hop is goin', it's Chicagoan
Poetry's in
The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is sabotaging them
Watch out for the traps
Larry Troutman killed his
Chicagoans create this sense of heaven
In the midst of tragedy, in the midst of injustice
In the midst of pain, life goes on all of the sudden
Bus’ it down
Bust down
She my truffle butter
Jalapeño
Hot chocolate
And she always rep Chicagoan
Bad ass hoops earrings
Sit on her cardigan
Missed ya
to a sharpener
An entertainer with more words than a writer
Showstopper until I'm on my deathbed
As real as my origin, the breeziest of Chicagoans
A potent
chiffonne
Un coucher de lune
Épouse les buildings
Des chicagoans
Bloqué dans ma zone
Mon corps fait le jeûne
Un coucher de lune
Se reflétant sur le Rhône
old bay
Shit is the worst
Finding out why's a ridiculous hurt
Chicagoan thirst
Dying over who put dick in her first
Hella crime, hella kids
the sins attached
It's a cold world why you wanna be nice
You wanna win or you wanna be right
I'ma Chicagoan
I ain't meant to be liked
Developed the thickest
the apocalypse
Young ass metropolitan
I don't wanna be anonymous
But I don't need your acknowledgment
Yeah I know I'm a Chicagoan
And y'all ain't want no
take a trip off a text
I'm taking bets, I'm cutting nets
Hopped in a scotch, yeah I'm skipping steps
Netherlands raised, Chicagoan bred
Man knocking them
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