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chan - special lyrics

(verse 1)
i been flexin all my sh-t
hit my plug up for a zip
put a nug inside the ?
and then i p-ss that to your b-tch

your b-tch pull out the baking soda
then its time to whip my wrist
ima make the f-ckin quota
i been textin gettin rich

smokin green like im yoda motorola on my hip
movin slower than a stroller cuz im ratchet off the sh-ts

ima smash her if she thick
ima p-ss her if she hit
ima hit up all my plugs and decide which one gettin l!cked and

thats no h0m- try to rob me get the mitts
young mitt when i pull the f-ckin cannon on your b-tch

try to run up b-tch im seven dudes deep
in the all black buick with the bright ??
yo b-tch on my meat bounce that -ss to this beat
they say im not shinin then whats on my feet?

blacked out vans with the f-ck em f-ck em preme
mother f-cker get the hands tryna stand around me
black shirt with the black hat and a bad b-tch and her -ss fat and i smash that

kook filled up with gook box!
chan laid back with two mops
while these dudes follow everything im doing
b-tch im making moves like im patrick ewing!
then i drop back and proceed to shooting
i dont see em though like a blind man
and my eyes low cause im a high man
i pulled off like why man?
you fly chan b-tch i know that sh-t its on me
and she know that sh-t
but when i take her home she finna throw that sh-t
i get a check then i blow that sh-t!

(hook)
whip game so special
flip the work with no question
zip of purp no flexin
b-tch boy come test us
b-tch boy come test us
b-tch boy come test us
b-tch boy come test us
x2

(verse 2)
look look look look
im gookin off a gravity
my blunt worth as much as your salary
you f-ckin around? turn your whole life to a tragedy
why all these rappers so mad at me? i dont know
black ?? make your b-tch reconsider
wasn’t f-ckin with me now she was beggin me to hit her
while these dudes actin gangster on twitter

see me out in public im ah get my f-ckin hitter young swisher
with that og from atlanta
im sellin that kush out the back of the lantra
im dressin in black and in white like a panda
she say she from ?? my d-ck is bananas the fruit of that coochie so sweet like its fanta!
im screamin out gang never bang no bandana but im still with the sh-ts son still got the hammer

whip game so special
flip the work with no question
zip of purp no flexin
b-tch boy come test us
said b-tch boy come test us
you can f-ck around and learn your lesson

- chan lyrics

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