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big baby gandhi - all over these titties lyrics

[intro: chippy nonstop and big baby gandhi]
yo, yo, gandhi (big baby gandhi)
ha, swag (swag)
chippy nonstop (suck my d-ck, b-tch)
swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag (i don’t give a f-ck about you)

[verse 1: big baby gandhi]
baby from the bottom, chippy on top
young chippy nonstop, nah, chippy don’t stop
story tell guap, call me pippy longstock
diddy long bop, got my city on lock
club kinda credit, you can get it with your man’s, though
hold my hands slow, steppin’ to the dance floor
girls love me, i’m an -ssh0l-
if i wasn’t, why you rubbing on my pants for?
burn in the venue, hot like volcanoes
still keep the hindu on top of the table
don’t know what i’ve been through just so i can lay low
tres nouveau if the gandhi say so
truth be told, clubbing ain’t my thing
that sh-t last night must’ve been something in my drink
her song come on, she like, “pumpkin, what you think?”
beat come on, start jumping on my d-ck

[hook: chippy nonstop]
yo, motherf-cker, what the f-ck was your name?
i was shaking my -ss while you spitting that game
all up in the cut, checking, checking that brown
tell the bartender chippy need another round
can’t find your b-tch? she in the lost and found
rail her all night ’til she in the dog pound
circle all around me, i’ma need a f-cking crowd
this cash in my hand, yeah, i’m f-cking icy
you want to be? you want to f-cking wife me?
i don’t think so, b-tch

[verse 2: big baby gandhi]
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
all dogs go to heaven, stay repping
on my j-f’ing, ten days i ain’t slept in
girls like the way i never swept them
neglect them, spit it to they best friend
best to expect the unexpected
inspector gadget, ten steps i’m blasted
so ahead of my time, i’m sent mixed and mastered
thin chicks that’s plastic, fat chicks that’s nasty
? p-ssed and after, them chicks har-ssed us
fat b-tts, but they never p-ss blunts
i’m her favorite rapper, hold cash in a bunch
third-favorite beat maker, she don’t get to see paper
eighth-favorite blogger, twelfth-favorite m-ff-diver
eat p-ssy savage, i’m an eighty-fiver
?, young benny lava
from ?, spit the blah blah
keep a pretty b-tch like gaga
baby the father, what’s up, what’s up?

[verse 3: chippy nonstop]
racks on racks on motherf-cking racks
rack city never looked the same without chippy
rubbing money all over these t-tties
you think you can fool me, you think i’m f-cking serious?
nah, motherf-cker, i’m just so hilarious
come on, b-tch, get it, you know i give it good
the 808 bang, we rapping from the hood
chippy’s what i bang, playing no games
the other b-tches wack, they be acting all the same
i come fresh, i come clean, walk out my way
chippy’s so chippy, mane, chippy’s so freaky, mane
gandhi that motherf-cker playing no games
riding in trains, f-cking in planes
i’m higher than a motherf-cker, high like a plane
i f-cked your b-tch the other day, tell me, who’s to blame, b-tch?
tell me, who’s to blame, b-tch?

[outro: chippy nonstop and big baby gandhi]
yo, gandhi, you got this
yo, we out
rubbing money all over these t-tties
rubbing money all over these t-tties
rubbing money all over (my, my d-ck)
rubbing money all over (my, my d-ck)
rubbing money all over these t-tties
rubbing money all over these t-tties
rubbing money all over (my, my d-ck)
rubbing money all over (my, my d-ck)

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