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chi/ma (usa) - g effect" lyrics

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ye
ye
ye
huh
yea
ye
swear london my steppers
b+tch i’m a rebel
hang with the rebels
hang with the cutters i’m get em
she see an angel
look in her eyes she devil
b+tches deceiving
run up a baggle

bezel
bezel
bezel

i want me new necklace
i want me new bеzel ye
she want f+ck my friеnds up i stack bread like tetris ye
i get all the cheddar i get all the cheez+ itz ye
pita baby i got all the bread
what you said? i’m like what you swear
i cop me that i8 cop me that
i cop me that c8 baby i got me that vette
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
on the road
cn the road. road road road road
i8 hit the b+tton it turn on it go
these n+ggas think they was lit
posted, the gang with a stick
hoe i came in with a 5ive, 5ive 5ive 5ive 5ive 5ive 5ive, 5ive 6ix
these n+ggas think there was hot
cap you ain’t legit
i’m bout to bust down my neck and my uhhhh
i’m bout to bust down my wrist
these n+ggas think they were living like tet
on god
what’s that?
she need
the gang
what’s up
not that
i died
for dweat
d+died for respect
d+die? keep a blade on my me we swerving out the back
oak cliff
that my brother broda
he say he a oak cliff soldier
i told ya
i love me some gas baby i love me that doja
lay up on your back, put your legs up i’m a fold ya
you know you ain’t lit n+gga you know you ain’t swag
n+gga f+ck the swag
we got dweat we got bags
i got me that brand new c8 i might serve it fast
i got brand new e+ray down the speedway i’ma spaz

- chima usa lyrics

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