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chingsta! - white noise lyrics

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[intro]
ok benshi i see you!
yuh, gang gang gang
huh, huh, gang gang gang
yeah, uh, gang

[chorus]
th+they tryna talk up on my motherf+cking gang
i’ll let it bang, no need for blades and sh+t
just rays and sh+t, just keep it bland
choppa gon hit 8 times in the back and the glands
shoulda ran from the stance, been blessed with a great mind
bands and gats, in the stash
ain’t no crack, gotta pack me a phat joint (haha)
“haha, i’m so high boy”
i’m filling my belly so turn on the telly
a familiar face got hit and died boy (he’s dead!)
i’m in love with the alloy, bad boy with a sad death by my toys
i think about all of this sh+t too much
gotta block it up with some white noise (shhhh)
[verse]
my money been talking, she telling me problems
i’m spending and spending too much
she keeping it honest, i like that she honest
but honestly don’t givе a f+ck
invest in some ockas, then flip it, i’m bossing
nah b+tch i ain’t еver been stuck
put a gat at they noggin, a man in a coffin
broski copped him none of that luck
“stupid! i’m ruthless!”
they talking and talking they bullsh+t
it’s all fun and games til the gang pulling up (pew, pew, pew)
with a gun, when we pull up they losing
too much movement
catch 2, catch 4, catch 6
in a blacked out beamer we cruising (skrrt, skrrt)
i’m tryna spark up dis spliff, while she tasting my kids
definition of soothing, grooving
get got by this pocket glock, toxic dots put the opps on chemo
bro bro calling up triple zero, in case they needing a hero
i’m in love with the reload, gotta bad b+tch
she in love with the deep throat
gotta smoke til i pass out, bring the mac out
cause i’m ill and i’m lethal

[chorus]
th+they tryna talk up on my motherf+cking gang
i’ll let it bang, no need for blades and sh+t
just rays and sh+t, just keep it bland
choppa gon hit 8 times in the back and the glands
shoulda ran from the stance, been blessed with a great mind
bands and gats, in the stash
ain’t no crack, gotta pack me a phat joint
“haha, i’m so high boy”
i’m filling my belly so turn on the telly
a familiar face got hit and died boy
i’m in love with the alloy, bad boy with a sad death by my toys
i think about all of this sh+t too much
gotta block it up with some white noise (white noise, white noise..)



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