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chinx - off the rip (yaymix) lyrics

[hook: chinx]
they only respect the money and the violence n-gg-
swerving with your b-tch, yeah i’m sliding with her
stashed with them thangs full of cop k!llers
moving in the thang with the drop ceiling
young n-gg- top billing
oh me, oh my my
cook dope, gon’ need more quinine
40 knock his head off
drop top v, n-gg- sped off

[verse 1: bynoe]
drop top v, a n-gg- sped on him
you be gone by tomorrow when the bread on him
broadstreet bully on ‘em
never run that, they know the boy got the fully on him
peanut b-tter and the oatmeal
came home shitting like i had four deals
cut the dope with the quinine
then sit it in the rice, now it’s quiet time
you know riot still the gizzang
started with an eighth made it to a whole [?]
any disrespect get met with aggression
lay on em, knock his head off with the wesson

[verse 2: chinx]
all the hating, they gon’ get the car
turn states ain’t gon’ get you far
all that praying ain’t gon’ do you nothing
b-tch [?] your dreams, got to choose it up
four for the skis that’s a double o
lick ten bricks for the motherload
foreigns on the latest skates
b-tch n-gg-s say it’s them like a layup shake
same n-gg- f-ck your b-tch, give you a handshake
four four long, then you’re scared straight
copped all in cash we ain’t got to [?] credit
out the back door in the b-tch [?]

[verse 3: meet sims]
said c o k e b o ys get money off the rip
we never die, just multiply, extended off the hip
me turn your [?] up until your blood start to come [?]
your b-tch gon’ bend it over, heard she f-cking for these tips
oh me, oh my, cook dope, gon’ need more [?]
me 7 20 clubbing, f-ck it up
save nothing for later
this room look like confetti way we’re throwing up the paper
look like a smoky forest when we’re lighting up the a
that’s your b-tch on the couch and i might have to mash her taters
wake up, back to turning dough and stacking bagels
find a brand new dope house, [?]

[verse 4: cau2g$]
f-ck you and whoever you with
my heart cold, i act like i shit platinum and [?]
i sparked it, guess i’ll finish it
my penmanship
get n-gg-s hyped and ignorant, it’s militant
veteran, rookie in the industry, let him in
independent, that’s how i’m settling, medaling
no chopsticks, to chop i bring the toolie out
headshots for everybody, i’m giving noodles out
oh me oh my my
in the drop top beamer, the nina
little [?] while i took em to the cleaners
the cleanest, it’s felony hour you misdemeanors

- chinx lyrics

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