Lyrics:
Don't move to Chowchilla Yeah, It's not where you wanna be You're kids'll start smoking crystal meth And the cops might touch your teens Don't move
to Chowchilla pushed me straight to the streets Nigga I was breakin' in them windows for the cheese Free Ju Gang money leavin' niggas on freeze They freed PQ NG
a thousand women waitin' out a million years From Chowchilla to the cold of Bedford Hills. repeat chorus
Saturday air Stare out the window Car, Take me back home Take me back home From Madera to Chowchilla Grocery Bags I need this Innocence Fall
He's a bitch nigga killa Hood made real drug deala I'm tryna flood his villa Eating hella pussy chowchilla Don't test me nigga I'm choosy Let me take
Chowchilla Pray for everybody in them walls Will I fly or will I fall Run it up I gotta ball Run it up I gotta ball Run it up I gotta ball
your time at Chowchilla Man his bitch hurt and lost she need a coach-healer Killing my bitch with this stroke man I be trying to Churchill her Its Gotti
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