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chow lee - alter ego lyrics

[part 1: hostile]

[verse 1]
heart so cold might pour it straight out up the water yeah
over protective treat that girl just like my daughter yeah
don’t got no daughter she look at me as a father though
brain so good how the f-ck she ain’t make honor roll
two perc tens to my brain, time to roll
two freak tens, get it from they mama though
i can’t complain cause my b-tch she got a twin
i f-cked her sis they look the same
aye yeah

[chorus]
same b-tch i’m tired of crazy hoes i need a sane b-tch
i need a freak hoe not a lame b-tch
this a repo we taking yo chains b-tch
imma punch you in yo sh-t with all my rings b-tch
yeah i need a freak hoe not a lame b-tch
i hate twins cause i’m f-cking on the same b-tch
alter ego kicks in now i’m dangerous
alter ego kicks in now i’m hostile

[verse 2]
glock out
extendo on so it pop out
yeah my b-tch -ss fake but it pop out
yeah my b-tch -ss
look
f-ck the small talk
look
me and my b-tch don’t get along we’re the same
i be in that rari getting shifty, switching lanes
you worry about the next man, i’m f-cking on her best friend
i just copped an fn, i don’t do the tekken
my ex is in texas, i don’t like the texting
diamond choker necklace, pockets is on precious
he might have a death wish, he just tried to touch em
he sip robitussin, his plug doesn’t love him

[chorus]
same b-tch i’m tired of crazy hoes i need a sane b-tch
i need a freak hoe not a lame b-tch
alter ego kicks in now i’m dangerous
alter ego kicks in now i’m dangerous
i need a freak hoe not a lame b-tch
i’m tired of twins cause i’m f-cking on the same b-tch
alter ego kicks in now i’m dangerous
alter ego kicks in now i’m hostile

[part ii: gta]

[verse 3]
uh yeah, uh
shot a n-gga, p-ss it to my homie he gon take the charge
got a lot of guns up in my house, i don’t need a alarm
she just counted up a hundred thousand that sh-t made me hard
i just put a scope up on the chopper, the opps always far (uh)
i’m a rockstar but i don’t play guitar
yeah, she like bumping pluto, we hot, we on mars
and i just bought some grills, my d-ck up in her jaw
i can love her if i want but that b-tch got no heart
plus i ain’t tryna marry this b-tch
imma take her out, imma bury this b-tch
put her in the trunk cause i can’t carry this b-tch
got a check and i ain’t buy no ice i just bought a stick
n-ggas they gon try to take me out but they gon miss
she just got divorced, she ain’t a mrs she a ms
she a rock b-tch, yeah she like kiss
diamonds bite back, look at my wrist
yeah she bite back, that b-tch got a lisp
plus i just bought her t-ts, plus i left a tip
her -ss was already done way before i hit it
plus i nutted all on her face way before i couldn’t
getting top with the top down, i got a ticket
all these rocks on my fist wet, i’m going fishing
she gon f-ck who i say f-ck ain’t no picking
laser on the motherf-cking glock ain’t no missing

[chorus]
shot a n-gga, p-ss it to my homie he gon take the charge
got a lot of guns up in my house, i don’t need a alarm
she just counted up a hundred thousand that sh-t made me hard
i just put a scope up on the chopper, the opps always far
g-t-a, b-tch i’m shooting while i drive the car
e-b-k, we don’t f-ck with n-ggas not at all
the clip on the stick, push it down even though it’s tall
shot a n-gga, p-ss it to my homie he gon take the charge
shot a n-gga, p-ss it to my homie he gon take the charge
rari this is not a charger

- chow lee lyrics

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