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chief los - 32 lyrics

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hook

n-ggas be thinking we hoes
until we let 32 go
now add up the score

lit up that n-gga his body smoking like a black
we gave that boy 32 holes

run up a check
i f-ck it off and get it back
that’s 32 bands fa that -ss
i’m counting this cash
you n-ggas broke an i just laugh
you better get offa yo -ss (x2

roll up the bag
these n-ggas phony i’ll p-ss
can’t kick it cause you is a fan
i’m counting this cash
tryna run up a lil bag
tryna count all of my ends

hit me up say she tryna get high smoke a blunt
i told that lil hoe she a nut

get you some funds then
you can hmu cause i slide with the k!lla i plug

an i stay pullin up
glocks with all type of additions
extensions ain’t even enough

if he running up
lord i hope he said a prayer cause he d-mn near ran outta luck

bussin her up
….
she like how i ride

she wanna play with my gun

she don’t know i gotta slide i just made a play i just came to buss in her guts

you talking them bands better up it
f-ck 12 do the dash ina summer
hit a stain just to count a few numbers
yo b-tch on my d-ck must’ve heard i be thumbing

(bridge)

n-ggas be thinking we hoes
until we let 32 go
now add up the score

lit up that n-gga his body smoking like a black
we gave that boy 32 holes

run up a check
i f-ck it off and get it back
that’s 32 bands fa that -ss
i’m counting this cash
you n-ggas broke an i just laugh
you better get offa yo -ss

hook)

n-ggas be thinking we hoes
until we let 32 go
now add up the score

lit up that n-gga his body smoking like a black
we gave that boy 32 holes

run up a check
i f-ck it off and get it back
that’s 32 bands fa that -ss
i’m counting this cash
you n-ggas broke an i just laugh
you better get offa yo -ss. (x2

verse 2)

n-ggas be thinking i’m playing i got this new glock with a cane
do not make me aim

yea these b-tches know the game
they just tryna f-ck for the fame

don’t cap on my name

shooters wit me ina back of that thang so don’t cap with the gang
c-ck it back and it bang
couple shots let it rang

bahh

hit the floor like i’m robbing a bank
…
you n-ggas blow smoke on my name
when all i wanna do is touch a lil green

that’s why all my poles got a name
run up get hit with that 44 thats frank

i’m riding lowkey with my gang

hit the gas do the dash no breaks
ofn we might die today
momma say she pray fa me

this glock here gon spray fa me
if n-ggas think it’s swisher sweet

ain’t never need a pole before but now i’m in these streets

n-ggas tryna come for me
on gang this sh-t ain’t nun sweet

rip kevin i’ll be d-mned i let em take me

hook)

n-ggas be thinking we hoes
until we let 32 go
now add up the score

lit up that n-gga his body smoking like a black
we gave that boy 32 holes

run up a check
i f-ck it off and get it back
that’s 32 bands fa that -ss
i’m counting this cash
you n-ggas broke an i just laugh
you better get offa yo -ss

- chief los lyrics

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