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chaga - gettin lit! lyrics

[intro: chaga!]
(chaga! wake up!)
(yeah, i’on care bout’ nun)
(yeah, none, care bout’ nun)

[chorus: chaga!]
yeah, i’m with my twin ridin’ round’ with a bl!ck
ran up my money i went to legit
you know we riding around with the hit
boy, you’re broke you can’t get her digits (huh, woah)
yeah, all of these racks i made off codeine
poppin’ a pill in a whip
i got your hoe on my d+ck she just poured up my lean
me and my twin gettin’ lit
im on some oxy bout’ to kickin’ that sh+t

[verse: chaga!]
they wanna take out my place, they be plottin’ on me
i bet that they can’t cause the just wanna be
all of my money got so f+ckin’ big
im on the phone with your hoe and she told me that she want my d+ck
yeah, huh, whole lotta racks inside the bag
i’on f+ck with that guy, cause they are so lame
just got a bad b+tch, she from asia
she like to play with the flute
worth it to lie, but i’m telling the truth
[verse: 00tk]
f+ck n+gga play he get hit with the heat
spent a whole bag, prolly 200 gs
nut on her face now she can’t even see
no carti, i told bro roll 10 blunts for me
dumb n+gga play, put his moms on a tee
if i ain’t got on chrome then i’m rockin louie
yall payin’ for p+ssy, i get it for free
she want me to eat it, i told that b+tch no
gimme that brain then you outta the door
even tho she a thot i still want rubi rose
huh, all of my diamonds on froze

[outro: chaga!]
yeah, i’m with my twin ridin’ round’ with a bl!ck
ran up my money i went to legit
you know we riding around with the hit
boy, you’re broke you can’t get her digits (huh, woah)
yeah, all of these racks i made off codeine
poppin’ a pill in a whip
i got your hoe on my d+ck she just poured up my lean
me and my twin gettin’ lit
im on some oxy bout’ to kickin’ that sh+t

- chaga lyrics

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