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dave east - chi-raq (freestyle) lyrics

(verse)
got a yung n-gg- that’s down to ride
before a homicide when it’s drama time
i was uptown like momma’s pride
no miss miff, i seen a lot of pots
2.5 in my back pocket, got 4-9s in my trap rocket
yung shooter got a black rocket
look for the d’s? they’re cam’s in watch
give a dope fiend just a couple grams
let me hold his crib for a whole week
runnin’ round with the same n-gg-s
you don’t know n-gg-s, you don’t speak
dressed up, but you runnin’ out,
n-gg-s run they mouth like a slow leak
she was gainin’ weight while she was with you
b-tch f-ck with me, she pro’ly won’t eat
my lil’ n-gg- doin’ seven street
with dope and haven, that’s at least five
ride around with that piece on me
i ain’t neva thrown no peace time
each time i’m tryna recline i know the street’s mine
i ain’t gotta stress
talkin’ money, you can get robbed
that’s a tip jar, she ain’t got no chest
pop off sh-t and you ain’t got no vest
you ain’t got no gun and you ain’t bout that life
i got a hunid n-gg-s on the east side
my street size, ain’t no time to fight
plum push because i’m up north
? if i done wrote that n-gg- all kind of case
shook nines, i got a crook mind
and no good times, just dynamite
won’t call a n-gg- till i’m under earth
see thirty clips hanging under shirts
spanish b-tch, and she love to squirt
no nine to five, but i love to work
reebok on my footwear, i never look scared
you could die tonight
thirty goons rollin’ in the club, n-gg- take a chance
like he bobby night
starvin’ out, might take dinner, hair spinin’ like i sniff pink thinner
summer baby, might shake winter
if you not hatin’, get this cake with us
keep eatin’ till my plate finished
got older women, they was mase b-tches
bodies drop when that case bitten
who grave leathers, all grave linen
chicky chan with a rubber grit
my cousin blood and his rubber clip
connect phone, that’s another flits
time to book a flight for another trip
flow like water, yo daughter love me
i was in the trap, me and all the cutties
mad at me? i f-ck all the buddies
i know they hitin’, still all them love me

(hook x4)
cocaine by the eight ball
knockin’ mjg in eight b-m
like that cush, i take off
don’t f-ck with me, that’s day laws

- dave east lyrics

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