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chytown - blicky lyrics

run me up

this not a race cuz i’m winning
i do 200 in seconds not minutes
my moves make you livid

i heard em talking bout you
i heard the things that you do

run me up

you hit the block when it’s hot
i peep the view from the top yeah

bl!cky make em stiffy
red dot real hot
drop em quickly
smoke em like a chimney
one wish cuz i
turner like i’m timmy
automatic is a simmy
only f on my body is the fendi
ice shiny like a penny
spot lit
and we sipping on some henny
watch is a flex
got a chain and a chick
who give neck less?
making moves like it’s chess
got the queen who’s the king
he’s in check yes
you is a mess yes
leave the scene
if there’s no green
leave a mess yes
poke out your chest
got the iron prepare to get pressed
spinning
this not a race cuz
im winning
you don’t get no extra innings
i do 200 in seconds not minutes
my moves make you livid
you want me to quit it?
you a loon ride a broom
like it’s quidditch
you do not get it
i’m elite can’t compete
check the digits
you hit the block when it’s hot
i peep the view from the top
i did not get here to stop
you can not match what i got

you hit the block when it’s hot
i peep the view from the top
i did not get here to stop
you can not match what i got
you can not match what i got

ask me a question
i ask it back
cuz i love to keep em guessing
thank god for the blessings
with the sqaud if i was you
i wouldn’t test em
switch up the flow
so you can’t keep up
left the benz
now i pull up in a bentley truck
no request and
i’m not here to please ya
if you the king
you gone fall
like you caesar
ice on my neck and my wrist
a new freezer
i put in work
this is only a teaser
whippin the lemon
pull up with the squeezer
all in our 20s
wisdom like we geezers
but those the guyzers
we flew the coupe
and i’m whippin
they riders
birds of a feather
who really get flier?
i am on fire
just like a tire
i’m

spinning
this not a race cuz
im winning
you don’t get no extra innings
i do 200 in seconds not minutes
my moves make you livid
you want me to quit it?
you a loon ride a broom
like it’s quidditch
you do not get it
i’m elite can’t compete
check the digits
you hit the block when it’s hot
i peep the view from the top
i did not get here to stop
you can not match what i got

you hit the block when it’s hot
i peep the view from the top
i did not get here to stop
you can not match what i got
you can not match what i got

- chytown lyrics

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