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gwallahs - chains lyrics

[chorus: yeat]
i’m rockin’ chains from elliante (chains, chains, chains, chains)
whole lotta bad lil’ thotties gon’ come our way (way, way, way) (i had to swerve)
swerved in the gle, b+tch, take a look at they face (hrr)
yeah, and my twin boutta pull up and light this sh+t up, boutta light up the place, yeah, like a candle (phew, phew)
my b+tch boutta pull up and ride on me, grabbin’ her waist, like a handle (eugh)
yes, i flex blue money, green money, red money right in they face, i’mma kind [?] (my money, my money)
my money been goin’ up, b+tch, it been twerkin’ all day, i live like a dancer (all day, no way, no way)

[verse: gwallahs]
drugs in my system, thеy calmin’ me down
causin’ a pond when i drip and i drown (drip)
mafia money, controllin’ thе town
you in the circus, yo’ ass is a clown
you is a clown, just like [?]
vvs diamond my [?]
she really tryna come link me
freaky lil’ b+tch tryna drink me
chasin’ the guap and she stay on my body
brodie pull up with a stick [?]
president tru’ pack, we smokin’ mitt romney
old school, [] i walk with a tommy
tommy on me, but my last name is draco
mac and the cheese, and i’m countin’ the queso
[?] done pulled up and he makin’ em lay low
juice, wock’, tris with a b+tch in the faygo
i’m takin’ the globe and they callin me juice, uh, canada jacket, the goose
money on heavy, my pockets be loose, brodie ain’t makin’ no [?]
you is not even my slime (slime), you is not even my slatt (my slatt)
bank account lookin’ divine (divine), all of my pockets been fat
why these [] tryna rob me? i never run, i had to up on my bl!ck
god d+mn, brodie, i’m coughin’, pass me the lean, why the f+ck i’m feelin’ sick?
[chorus: yeat]
i’m rockin’ chains from elliante (chains, chains, chains, chains)
whole lotta bad lil’ thotties gon’ come our way (way, way, way) (i had to swerve)
swerved in the gle, b+tch, take a look at they face (hrr)
yeah, and my twin boutta pull up and light this sh+t up, boutta light up the place, yeah, like a candle (phew, phew)
my b+tch boutta pull up and ride on me, grabbin’ her waist, like a handle (eugh)
yes, i flex blue money, green money, red money right in they face, i’mma kind [?] (my money, my money)
my money been goin’ up, b+tch, it been twerkin’ all day, i live like a dancer (all day, no way, no way)

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