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king yella – chiraq (remix) lyrics

(intro: p rico)
let’s get it let’s get it…. squad squad… chiraq let’s get it…. you know how i be rocking man aight

(verse 1: p rico)

it’s rico like 2 chainz
like jojo like 2 times
rambo with 2 9’s
run up on me n-gg- & you dying
n-gg-s talking that money sh-t
whole time they be lying
b-tch we run chiraq
& the opp n-gg-s they be hiding
riding round in them foreign whips
ain’t gotta job ain’t switching shifts
n-gg-s talking that nonsense
i’m up the pole & past them
shoot his -ss like a basket
leave his -ss up in that casket
rip to that n-gg-
i’ll never be a cab killer
hanging out with them drug dealers
yeah they up in the trap n-gg-
yeah they be them real n-gg-s
them down n-gg-s that will kill n-gg-s
yeah b-tch it’s p-dot
got the red dots sending head shots
we jojo gang we from chiraq
our money tall just like shaq

(verse 2: lil mister)

yeah b-tch this chiraq
with body sn-tchers & kidnappers
my n-gg-s they running sh-t
like factories keep big 9’s
bounce a n-gg- like a trampoline
i be slowed down off promethazine
i be bussin hot
rolling off a bean
clean a n-gg- like listerine
clip hold a magazine
that’s a 100 shots make a soul lift
i be going crazy with the rubber grip
catch a opp lacking then i hit the dip
40 sh-lls left in his hip
now he need a bag when he go sh-t
i’m a real n-gg- i’ll never switch
make bands fly no magic trick

(verse 3: billionaire black)

clout god i clap hard
kill a n-gg- in his backyard
sh-lls turn him to a trackstar
n-gg-s talking crazy let the mac spark
i let the k spark i let the k bark
kill a n-gg- in the graveyard
y’all n-gg-s so p-ssy
y’all weren’t raised hard
y’all n-gg-s can’t see me, ray charles
i’m dressed in all black, white nine
got a mac on me i’ll pull it
got a 30 shot i got a 50 shot
i got a handgun shoot chop bullets
man down on the scene
n-gg- try me till his -ss gone catch these bullets
head shot that’s a red dot
turn his dreads to a f-cking mullet
b-tch i’m in love with money
i’m in love with thumbing
i sit back pour a 4-red
call that sipping blood money
n-gg-s won’t make it to this summer
in chiraq n-gg-s get wacked
i got a big mac
it go click clack
you better get back
before you get wacked

(verse 4: $wagg dinero)

roll a opp pack with the top back
i’m a young n-gg- but i got that
roll a opp pack with the top back
i’m a young n-gg- but i’m bout that
roll a opp pack with the top back
i’m a young n-gg- but i got that
i’m a young n-gg- but i got that
i’m a young n-gg- but i got that
bricksquad sh-t how you a’int know
might pull up let the tank blow
keep squad with me we all blow
keep singles out in my bankroll
if you need a lot come talk to me
seen more crates than a factory
don’t ask to get a track from me
unless you talking racks with me
oh, so arrogant this jojo gang
if you throw a l then i’m taking names
i don’t hang around no f-cking lames
team no lacking b-tch i’m in the gang
b-tch i’m on the 9 with a couple 9’s
bring them all out for the summertime
b-tch we on the 9 with a lot of 9’s
& the bullets hot like its summertime

(verse 5: king yella)

chiraq i run that
try me get dumb clapped
i’m king yella don’t ask that
you dumb n-gg-s like lab rats
got 50 shots in my coolant kit
skeezy gang all my n-gg-s rich
f-ck a opp n-gg-, f-ck a thot b-tch
talk slick n-gg- get ya top hit
in a drop top with a thick b-tch
with the 30 on her she talk mad sh-t
shoot a n-gg- it’s tragic
still wrap a n-gg- in plastic
a the block we spraying shots
don’t pay attention to tater tots
got cash money so the block is hot
since a juvenile had the block on top
n-gg-s switching they style up
team no lacking we a mile up
been balling on them got a lot of points
got a lot of -ssists you won’t foul us
kill a n-gg- like a plow truck
& all my shooters got wild bucks
shout out nicki cuz her p-ssy sticky
if i get a chance i might have to lick it
150 no rock block
f-ck around & get ya block popped
all i f-ck is them bad hoes
& i see you n-gg-s with them pop thots
got a lot of hitters on standby
they’ll pop up like a pop tart
got a lot of hitters on standby
they’ll pop up like a pop tart

(verse 6: king samson)

chiraq that’s my city i ride round with that buck fifty
i ain’t talking bout no hat though
50 shots in my mac though
my killers kick in that back door
pull up slide them back doors
79th from d. rose
choppa bullets look like egg rolls
not a (?) or two she (?)
never gave a b-tch not a honcho
hundred rounds from alejandro
maserati or velanos
we don’t pay no car notes
bdk cause i’m 74
and i ain’t never seen no herbo
get the guns the boat load
i’m on dayna coast and this sh-t going
my chain boppin like chemo
and i’m riding around in unbello
rich coupe and no spinshow
and (?) she think that i’ll wife her
free crack i wouldn’t have said that
but that d come with them p-ss outs
so i’m a killer got to keep macs out
never take a b-tch to my stash house
couple shots then i mash out
high as f-ck,she might p-ss out
he got a trap house, i got a gl-ss house
and i don’t think nicki never been here
my city i live here
we don’t give a f-ck so we war here
call of duty or warfare
and most families on welfare
only hit or get tailed there
want a pound bring scale there
send an adress get mailed there
caught lackin’ get nailed there
hit winchester i’m out there
on my chi and i’m king there
and red tape will get left there
and i’m gone

(outro: king samson)

this my sh-t. don’t say chiraq without saying my f-cking name
you p-ss-es owe me. its king

- king yella lyrics

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