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chito rana$ - want it all lyrics

[chorus: chito rana$]

uh, once again
it’s the dumpest mexican
ayy, on my block sur sh+t
you know
wok, wok
wok, wok
uh, brr, uh
sur walkin’ on they block, baby, i’m a gangsta
we been off n+ggas, n+ggas, they some fake thugs
they got shot n died, that p+ssy couldn’t hang huh?
i’ve been with this catered lil’ baby, i’m gon’ lay some
pop a perc’ and ride, baby, come and take some
give her d+ck, she cry, she’s still wanna take some
you should be outside, p+ssy boy, come [?]
talk behind my back, but in person, they won’t say nothin’
b+tch, i love my spades, we slide with baby a’s
by my bed, i keep a k, diamonds on my pinky ring
tattoos on my face, b+tch, you see the gang
i ain’t f+ckin’ with the hoes
b+tch, i’m from the a’s
that’s why i feel likе tony, i’m a momma, i just want it all
i’m good on sellin’ guns, i’m tryna sell some fеntanyl
baby, i got money, but i love to spend it all
baby a don’t jam, it’s a fully, it’s gon’ send it all
[verse 1: big $wift]

look, look
i need a bag, i don’t need a b+tch
hit my pipes up, i said, i need a brick
ten pounds, put it on the table and watch me move that sh+t
i’m at bruce chris, but the root is thick
i just popped a perc, now i’m feelin’ stressed
i’m a baby face, crashin’ whips with a dirty k
b+tch say she love me right now, bring me 30k
talkin’ on the gang, we put him in his grave
ayy, chito back home, brother, pour a six
look, i don’t know that n+gga, but i know his b+tch
man, that n+gga didn’t die, brother, spin again
bailed out first draft, then i bought my benz boy
it’s my lawyer, it’s not a n+gga, k!ll him off
last year
i heard my opp died off some fentanyl
fat b+tch, pull up to the crib, she givin’ head and all
3m6, n+gga, till they stream on and on

{chorus: chito rana$]

sur walkin’ on they block, baby, i’m a gangsta
we been off n+ggas, n+ggas, they some fake thugs
they got shot n died, that p+ssy couldn’t hang huh?
i’ve been with this catered lil’ baby, i’m gon’ lay some
pop a perc’ and ride, baby, come and take some
give her d+ck, she cry, she’s still wanna take some
you should be outside, p+ssy boy, come [?]
talk behind my back, but in person, they won’t say nothin’
b+tch, i love my spades, we slide with baby a’s
by my bed, i keep a k, diamonds on my pinky ring
tattoos on my face, b+tch, you see the gang
i ain’t f+ckin’ with the hoes
b+tch, i’m from the a’s
that’s why i feel like tony, i’m a momma, i just want it all
i’m good on sellin’ guns, i’m tryna sell some fentanyl
baby, i got money, but i love to spend it all
baby a don’t jam, it’s a fully, it’s gon’ send it all

- chito rana lyrics

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