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chuckyy - drench lyrics

[intro]
yea
you know that
you know what type f+cking time i’m on, stupid
every time chuckyy on the beat
you know them b+tches
you know i’m+
rippin’ them b+tches apart, n+gga
you know that

[verse 1]
micro draco came with the [?]
let’s slide and test it out
i know n+ggas really b+tches
push up on him, shut his mouth
n+ggas mad i ain’t pay for [?]
they want [?] that sh+t for clout
i just play it cool, won’t [?] with you
i catch you, strike you out
try to go live on the block
you get clapped, you outta bounds
it’s just me and foenem spinnin
tryna put sum in the ground
switch on the back of the g19 and the drac got monkey nuts
you know what i’m tryna say if his ass [?] then he f+cked
don’t ask to hold my pipe, n+ggas be goofy, my sh+t on tuck
im fresh as h+ll and i’m dangerous
i know they mad as f+ck
all these hoes tryna kick it ’cause they know i’m goin’ up
if you claim that i be [?]
f+ck n+gga, why you ain’t buss?
choppa bullets big as h+ll
them b+tches flip a n+gga truck
take that f+cking ski mask off
yo ass a b+tch, that sh+t disgust me
in the raq this sh+t like 4th of july
everyday shots bussin’
boy you ain’t sipping on blood
yo ass pouring [?]
[verse 2]
why the f+ck n+ggas be bappin’
catch his ass in traffic
leave his face up in his lap
[?] dead that’s my bl++dy
too much blood for a napkin
[?] bullets coming too fast
his ain’t even gon know what happened
f+ck a doa, he dos he dead up on the scene
the last thing he heard and seen
was a switch and a green beam
the last thing i heard and seen
was blood and his ass scream
for all that bappin’ like you sliding
get put on a t
tryna show out for some b+tches
get yo ass smoked like some weed
ayy, we give out head taps
the last n+gga tryna tweak we pushed his dreads back
he [?] for foenem now he wished he never said that
we spinning back to back just like a dj chuckyy on the track

[outro]
yo chuckyy tweaking tryna catch him
spin back with a mac
catch him in traffic
we gon leave his face up in his lap
these n+ggas bappin’ ain’t did sh+t to us, that sh+t be cap and
ion be bapping in my rhymes
b+tch, i be speaking facts
come thru like jordan with my .23
put him on his back
i ain’t yo slime lil bro so don’t call me yo f+cking slat
that .23 blow just like a missile bullets give em’ hickeys
come get yo b+tch before i smack her she just tried to kiss me
my bl++dy tweaking off of 30 he just went up 60
[?] out the car [?] curry now the whole clip empty
if you a b+tch can’t come around
my n+ggas don’t show no sympathy
we push up on n+ggas like exercise spin til we dizzy
(on gang stupid)

- chuckyy lyrics

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