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chuckyy - kobe lyrics

[intro]
(icey, i’m so sick of you)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
uh, check my fit out (yeah), uh, i might ice your b+tch out (f+ck)
20k spent on rick owen, i heard buddy had died with his bl!ck on him (f+ck it)
rock out the stage when i perform, i rock out the stage like a robot (robot)
he say he get paid, you know that he frontin’, he ain’t gettin’ paid by n0body (paid, yeah)
uh, this life sh+t is short, fam (short, fam)
told the freak ho come to my crib and now we makin’ the door slams (f+ck)
i don’t even think lil boat here (boat here)
i’m so rich, this so real (so real), still got a hundred ‘bows at bro crib
lil’ bro swingin’ the range rover, you ain’t never seen a big car on four wheels (ha)

[verse]
told bro, “don’t hit no vests, i want you to tap on a n+gga forehead” (rrah)
don’t tote no smith & wessons, 2025, n+ggas still be totin’ that (f+ck)
n+ggas get turned to poets (yeah)
smoke dead opps, i’m rollin’ it
gotta own mine like lebron (yeah) and i sh+t on n+ggas like kobe
bad ho turnin’ me on, when we f+ck, she wanna rock my rollie (yeah)
i go to sleep in my rolex (yeah)
i’ll pop a n+gga up, you know that (rrr)
brand+new car, just stole that (yeah)
f+ck a rat, shoot a n+gga where his nose at (rrah)
every time a n+gga drop, sh+t so wack
you would know if it’s us, we bend back (uh)
60k, that’s light racks
i want her, i’ll snipe that
overseas ho wanna skype me, i said, “let me go grab my ipad” (yeah)
sippin’ on tris, where the ice at? i wanna sunk this boat, where the sprite at? (yeah)
really, i need to slow down, this my last cup, just pass me a lighter
[chorus]
uh, check my fit out (yeah), uh, i might ice your b+tch out
20k spent on rick owen, i heard buddy had died with his bl!ck on him (rrr)
uh, rock out the stage when i perform, i rock out the stage like a robot (robot)
he say he get paid, you know that he frontin’, he ain’t gettin’ paid by n0body (no one)
uh, this life sh+t is short, fam (short, fam)
told the freak ho come to my crib and now we makin’ the door slams (yeah)
i don’t even think lil boat here (boat here)
i’m so rich, this so real (yeah), still got a hundred ‘bows at bro crib (f+ck it)
lil’ bro swingin’ the range rover, you ain’t never seen a big car on four wheels (rrr)

- chuckyy lyrics

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