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king chip - light one up lyrics

[chip talking]
how many we got rolled up?
that’s not enough… n-ggas
…chip

[verse 1]
forever i’ll be f-r-e-$-h
chillin’ up in ihop with the country fried steak
super smooth kenny g and these raps be the sack
shined up with the wax, bet them panties gone collapse
she just wanna hang out, i’m just tryna ugh
such a nutty professor but b-tch i’m buddy love
rollin’ up this eggplant, said it and i meant that
la to the chi now i’m ’bout to head back
cleveland is the city and they f-ckin’ with me
a lot of n-ggas comin’ up can’t say the same ya feel me
day to day coolin’, sickest with the j’s, f-r-e-$-h
reppin’ so plentiful
b-tches so difficult
here we go mandatory time-wastin’ sippin’ slow
chillin’ doe, she rollin’ up
h-lla shrimp, bubba gump
she mumbled up a great plan ‘i can roll the weed up’

[hook x3]
light one up, p-ss it.. and hope that b-tch make it back, sh-t
light one up, p-ss it.. we ain’t trippin’, we good, fantastic

[verse 2]
before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way
even if you gots the fastest porsche or lamborghin-ay
young boss n-ggas mean you gots to do what we say
when you was our age wasn’t no itunes or ebay
only thing old heads know is old bread
new money on the mic boy drop that fo’head
and pick it back up, now repeat that, and let them feet tap
let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback
i need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya, we live
n-gga ain’t n0body gave me a dollar
i f-ckin’ earned it
makin’ hoes regret that they ain’t let me hit that
and these weed brownies’ll blow ya sh-t back
mind-controllin’, time is slow when i be blowin’
i be zonin’, i be floatin’ hoping i could make some kinda dough
some time ago i figured out what life about, received the knowledge
made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it i won’t be needing no college
lest they request the presence of a young g
peace to all the girls that don’t be shy when they come see
the coldest, now hands up over them shoulders
the boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies
been rhymin’ since junior high rockin’ saucony’s
now it’s l and v’s from head to toe on you jabronies
my n-gga we own this
midwest dream on sh-t
gettin’ paid forever while we zonin’ now roll it

[hook x3]

- king chip lyrics

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