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chuck chill - o.t. lyrics

chorus:
big bag big bag x5
and my b-tch bad, yo b-tch bad?
i just bought my b-tch a big bag
and i told her, what you tell her n-gg-?
fill it up wit gs
and imma do like checkers
jumpin states to pick the check up, check up

verse 1:
off top i’m that jefe, the motor made me my baby
i’m a young n-gg- wit lingo, all about a deniero
talkin plural not singles
just came back from overseas, now i’m out in miami and i got flats on all my screens
bout to scoop me a foreign up and she callin me papi
man i f-ck her so good, she cookin nachos bell grande my dude uhhh
big white stones and we call those chunks
all white sticks and we call those buffs
long black sleeves and we call those trucks
you nighas ain’t playin right,
adding new rules to the game
these b-tches be layin trife
f-ckin me but that’s yo main
but i swear to you my n-gg-
get yo bag & it’s gone change
secure that b-tch, don’t ever switch
and you’ll see what i’m sayin

verse 2:
i walk in that hoe and go dumb dumb dumb
you savin that hoe like duh-duh duh dun
i’m f-ck her and c-m and you fallin in love
got you cashin her out and i threw her a dub
i was raised by the hitters
you was raised by the duds
you was taught by the middle man
n-gg- i was taught by the plug
you can’t eat at my table lil dawg, sit down and pick up these crumbs
stackin the bag, go dumb in the summer
that sounds like a lot of you sc-m
all of you nighas is done
better gone throw in the towel
when this sh-t drop right here
bet the labels start throwing the thous
but i ain’t signing less it’s north 5
f-ck livin good i’m tryna change lives
whole fam eatin big steaks na
big calamari, f-ck pop eyes
but if it’s late as f-ck and them hoes tired
i’m pulling up in that blacked ride
white chally red insides
gettin head while her friend drive

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