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chow lee - jue lan lyrics

[intro]
okay, alright, let’s go

[chorus]
she say the p+ssy ’bout right
she say the p+ssy ’bout rizzy
diamonds is vv, don’t turn on the light
you see it clearing the picture
i’m sippin’ syrup, i ain’t drinkin’ no liquor
her p+ssy was already wet, i’ma l!ck her
my ‘ooter been itching, he been movin’ relentless
he a flock broad day like he [?]
so keep my name out your mentions
d+mn it, he missed, i’ma ‘venge him
i need a fifteen, it’s green like a tennis ball
i need an rp, it’s yellow like lemons
twelve on the fronto, k!ll him, then inhale him
okay, pay for the shh+ i’ma zelle him
i put that sh+t on
my shooter, he got that sh+t on him
i put on drip with sticks on

[verse]
shе don’t mind askin’ who she got lit off (yeah)
she startеd f+ckin’ my spin+off (skrrt)
i bust a play then i spin off (ha)
i sold him cut drink, had a win off
i know i said “for my cousin,” so i’m flipping my kin off
these sh+ts go with everything so i ain’t taking these ricks off
and that’s word to lonny lizza
that’s really my slime, my lizard
he gon’ f+ck her if she got a sister
i pulled a b+tch, she was p+ssin’ me off, she ain’t l!cking me, she started suckin’ my p+sser
i hit this b+tch with the trickery
i’m in my b+tch crib, but i just told her i miss her
but the gag is i miss her
all these b+tches wanna do is wear christian
told this b+tch i’ma take her to jue lan
’cause my name is chow lee and i’m lit+lit
if you think n+ggas care about nip+slips
i’m tryna bust on your lip+lips
i do not hang with no weirdos
we cut his legs off, ’cause he was tryna fake kick sh+t
[chorus]
she say the p+ssy ’bout right
she say the p+ssy ’bout rizzy
diamonds is vv, don’t turn on the light
you see it clearing the picture
i’m sippin’ syrup, i ain’t drinkin’ no liquor
her p+ssy was already wet, i’ma l!ck her
my ‘ooter been itching, he been movin’ relentless
he a flock broad day like he [?]
so keep my name out your mentions
d+mn it, he missed, i’ma ‘venge him
i need a fifteen, it’s green like a tennis ball
i need an rp, it’s yellow like lemons
twelve on the fronto, k!ll him, then inhale him
okay, pay for the shh+ i’ma zelle him
i put that sh+t on
my shooter, he got that sh+t on him
i put on drip with sticks on

- chow lee lyrics

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