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chuck strangers - fresh lyrics

[intro]
ah, what’s good my n-gga?
i f-cked your b-tch, what up, what up?
yeah i got fifty on it
ah, you ain’t talking ’bout sh-t
ah, peep – ah, f-ck you n-gga
y’all ain’t talking ’bout sh-t, ah
yeah i feel it, i feel it
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
i’m thinking father, you see kings
i need a crib and something that’s old, sitting on rims
it’s quiet for that metro card
god if i could straight four, five, six
we could all get rich
straight od-ing, flatbush
but my last b-tch is oc-ing
they like “chuck why is you leaving?”
life’s a gamble bro, i’m tryna break even
dodge heathens, ’cause nowadays, homies be scheming
just chose a right team and
the power rules cyphers, stay pulling all-nighters
and these n-ggas not fire
like a blunt with no lighter
i be the main supplier
they thought the crib was on blue hill ave
the way he got b-ss like that
chucky bust crazy dope moves
they tryna tell me that i lose
screaming “f-ck some winners!”, i rap for n-ggas that’s losing
down on ocean cruising
where dealers gone deal, and users keep using
i wrote this on my born-day
21 with no court dates
we was posted up, watching price is right
when my life was wrong
two hits from the bong – and my f-cks go gone
and my rhyme game strong, n-gga

[*instrumental switch*]

[verse 2]
yeah
i hit the bong cypher now, gawd
that’s when i get anti-social
curve them fake f-cks, just like i’m supposed to
can’t believe he had the nerve to approach you
i was posted up with shorty hard
motherf-ck some business cards
n-gga learn some etiquette
left toked, then came up with some better sh-t
kids from down bottom, how ironic they on top
while n-ggas was d-ck-riding and f-cking name-dropping
i sent your b-tch out with a list, to do some shopping
she got the digiorno, but she added extra toppings
and she added extra sloppin’s
gave me head while i done dropped it
i’m like “you a fool, stop it”
if i could just chill, vibe and meditate
i get my mind strong enough to make a f-cking fat b-tch levitate
that’s mayweather strong
n-ggas hate that he on
sun shining on this dawg’s -ss
woah, chuck, pause that, they ‘gon think you comment on videos
that’s from a movie, you silly hoes

- chuck strangers lyrics

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