Lyrics:
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Chi Chi baby from Moscow
Turn this up it better blow
Every single day I make the hardest rap shit
Only motivated by a sexy bad bitch
My life is
working on a mousetrap of my own design
I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
These are
the priviledge
Know I write
Till' my mind get overlapped
Glad I recorded that
Yeah
Thumbin' through bands
I was just lovin' you, damn!
Now I'm outta the way
Hope
shit
Hold up my squad just rolled up got a bad bitch looking finer than a dime
I got killers on the watch all them other chicks can get in line
If you
brag
I can't tell you which one cause you might go and change something
Nothing in the world is perfect, it might be fucked
I just hadda say something
By
another party, man, you can't come to mind
Bad vibes, none of that shit in the good life
If you're here for a good time
I present to you all
The Good Life
another cheat code
Please Hoe
Free smoke
Free smoke
We don't
Need no
Cheat codes
Freak shows
Need more
Freak shows
Pilling
Eat those
Finding
Nemo
Island
feel-attraction shit, had to duck them
Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause shit is real where I come from
You're playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full
big bad stuff now
Believe it or not, I rip these alien MC's
Like Ripley, sip tea 'cause I'm ice
Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice
Beware
weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate
Four-five, ? off, like inferanl
Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's now bein depleted
shit? A joke?"
I'm thinkin', "Back to the drawing board, sirs"
Today it seems like a blur
Never deferred from being just who we were
Four brothers
on ones
I got the space if you can come
We downing chasers after rum
Told me lead her to the bed room for the follow up
And by the way she bad as fuck
probably better off by yourself
You're too good to be another on my shelf
I know you wanna know my reasons
Wrote this song so you might get a healing
I
They say greatness happen at the edge of chaos
Funny how you down bad, everything pay off
I approach every single song like the play-offs
Now she
different
I feel bad that I write this but it's how you gon listen
Yet you think it's a song when this is how I am livin
I wasn't given any talent had to get
a maneater too
Lately I'm down bad for her, I'm next in the barbe-queue
I'm on Trav, I'm on Trav
Gotta open my mouth, and sing my song now
This one is for
with me
Like the console's damaged (why?)
It's winner-stays-on
And I've got the control, damn it
Bragging rights
I just work and strategise
Double
it is I try to prove
Maybe they are the true artists in their field
It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers
While we're
or 10 minutes, a criminal puts me in a bad mood
& some would say that's just a black man's perspective
but nowaday, i find that it's reflective
of what i
and lies
But however against the weather
You gon always be mine
And I'ma stretch my time we gon make thangs rite
No mo layin between tha sheets by yo self
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy
Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
Starvin' for dough, had it bad
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
to write a song just so you can feel
everything I feel when Iâ¬"m in the mood to kill myself
I canâ¬"t control it, these thoughts of suicide, Iâ¬"m always
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