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chief aleel - lez get it lyrics

chief aleel:
candy paint my casket
took a handle bar she says she feels xantastic
got no game you scrimmage
switching lanes my privilege
boy i’m h town scrong like poppeyes spinach
on 59 you mind yo business
running through the mo with my foes
hotbox timmy chans
never been a ho
n-ggas talkin sh-t
don’t speak same language
thats why your girlfriend taking
selfies in my blankets
strangest coming from a different angle
break your wrist
or break dem ankles
im james harden
chill
im chief aleel
for real
you bench warmer motha f-ckas talking sh-t
(why)
you ain’t never on the field
lets get it
(aye)
w-ssup doc
heard i was the sickest
w-ssup thot
heard you wanna kick it
enough c-ck
to put the p-ssy out of of business
yea f-ck yo opinion
rockets .45 got next
don’t let no one tell you different
i’m a diffrent motha f-cka
bout to make a while difference
independent
b-tch im sauced from begging to the ending

hook: lez get it x 14

chief aleel:
throwing shrooms in her frappuccino
(what she do with it)
drank the whole thing
bout to o.d. her ego
blunt full of lethal
went to wonderland
started trippin like a b-tch
everybody lookin evil
or retorted
kickin up my heart beat
i know, n-ggas actin chill probably run in yo apartment
i know, n-ggas with the sh-ts like the army
i know, n-ggas sellin b-tches like they real life barbies
tryna keep the peace
for my people
never let a f-ck boy
get up to my level
or my peep hole
ashed on your mixtape
waiting for the sequal
skinny n-gga deep voice
i dont mess around with many decoys
(peon peon)
all yall n-ggas weak boy
(f-ck boy be gone)
eating every genre in a week
(f-ck boy be gone f-ck f-ck f-ck boy be gone)

i want my ex
to make a bunch of vines
about the s-x we had
f-ck condoms b-tch i used a grocery bag
p-ssy sad
d-ck her down to earth
leave that p-ssy in reverse
layed in bed all late for church
i hit the blunt
and then dispersed
im a ugly rapper
money coming faster then the hoes that you be after
money c-ming faster than the hoes that you be after
b-tch im sauce from beginning to the ending..

(hook)

deebyrd:
let’s get it,cause stacking my scrilla the only mission
this b-tch she want me to f-ck but i ain’t using no jimmie and ima bust on her face like ima semi
so she tell me that i’m trippin, but i’m ho pimping
and she ain’t popping that p-ssy with out permission
tell her lets get it she tricking, and cooking eggs in my kitchen
and when i’m full off that grub i get to sticking
ho i’m really bout my digits, yung n-gga clouted up so they hating on me
say my g4ng ain’t with the sh-ts you mistaking brodie
oh that’s yo b-tch i ain’t know she ain’t say she had n-gga but can suck a mean but can’t take homie
that twitter talk ain’t proving sh-t what you saying homie
holy d-ck she a fan but she pray to blow me
yeen gotta let me f-ck b-tch i only want the neck, on her knees face down like she praying on me

chief aleel:
praying on me
why you peons always hating on me
jackin off up in the corner
watching p-rno
yousa loser
not a loner
did you know your gals a moaner
i’m a dawg
i had to b-n-r her
4 a minute
i ain’t finished
lez get it
aye mo city
lez get it

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