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to go and chase him
Why did you leave me so frustrated I hate it
But I always seem to be around
'Cause I can calculate when chips are down
My love you

Neither one of us wanna dip 
She the chips to my dip 
And im the dip to her chips 
She siracha spicy and im cool like a mint 
Both of us together we could

(wha)
I know yo man he broke (yuh) and I be fuckin' rich (yuh)
I be up in the trap (yuh) coutin' up my chips (oou)
All my hundreds blue (yuh) but ain't

te ver
'To rejeitando os convites para beber
Me dói falar em bebê
Bebê era como eu chamava você
Meu coração clonou meu chip
E só para te avisar
Se essa

Don’t fuck with many men, nah..don’t fuck with many men. Been getting hella chips. Strictly bout my dividends Focused on these Benjamins. Talk it how I’m

yo weak ass
Fucced up
I got big chips
Leave it in a bank account
Call it chip dip
Do it all in the Stu
On my quik shit
Do the dash to the gas
No quick

cold like a Eskimo
That wide booty, make that jelly roll
Ralph Lauren Chaps, call it retro
Yea, they call me Lil' Nacho
She call me nacho like a chip

another Sequel
Never cuff a bitch naw I'm not the Nigga that'll keep you
No matter how I treat you I'm Poppin like springles
Chips like Pringles In the trap

haters watch me free throw (Swish)

I'm all about my chips (Chips)
Fritos (Fritos)
I'm out here getting cheese like Doritos (Yeah yeah)
I'm hotter than

Daichi ima let it rip 
I seen it coming like itachi fuck it i won't trip 
Like Kodak i just smoke my broccoli while i stack my chips 

Droptop, Foreign

I been grinding get no rest
I work better when I’m stressed
I’ll sleep in good when I’m dead
As I should
Have no regrets
Roll around town wit a chip

Controlled with a chip

Run up on me, can't find me I can't see
I'm not leaving this be
Is this a prison or just a dream
Maybe believe what I say
In a place

Okay the bih booty so big she must be a stripper
Cokehead stuffed up sound like Chip Tha Ripper
Yeah Aye 
Aye Aye

YFN Lucci 
Bitch I'm in Gucci 
You

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

never got hit
Playing my music I really be lit
Go to Borgata I'm stacking my chips
Calling my girl cuz she ready for dick
Ah ah ah ah
I know that you

and I spark
I cook it homemade with the Hollandaise a la carte
No chips
No fries
No sides
She want a la carte
I'm in and out of whips just got the rental

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

yeah
Im Ready to kill for this yeah
Im Ready to die for this yeah
Im eating this shit like chips yeah
Yaa better not fuck with me yeah
Im Ready to kill

she didn't even let you know
Smino lingo
Low down blues still zero fatigue though
Got a couple chips yo
Still need them long like a pack off Pringles

marks /
Marxist /
Sister Act II /
Too much love /
Love handles /
Love handles itself /
It's selfish /
Fish and chips /
Chips paint /
Paint brush /
Brush

patatjes, patatjes
in stukken of in plakken
patatjes, patatjes
als chips of als puree
patatjes, patatjes
gekookt, gepoft, gebakken
als friet met mayonnaise

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

that way from the tip
These bitches bound to fuck with you for chips or the drip 
They see a nigga hoopin' so they hop in the whip
But I was just on E