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lil chi chi - wylin’ & stylin’ lyrics

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[intro]
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hahahaha, ayy, who the f+ck that is?
haha, oh, that’s chichi
yeah (chi)

[pre+chorus]
my b+tch a virgo, but, she actin’ pisces
one day she want me, the next, she don’t like me
if it ain’t two hundred a case, then please, don’t invite me
i heard lil’ mama wanna f+ck me, but she don’t excite me
had to put the gucci down for the louis v
i got bb on my waist and a patek phillipe (yeah)
i heard them n+ggas want my head, but i just know they cased out
put amiris on my jeans and now a stylist can’t style
[chorus]
wildin’, uh, yeah
we stylin’, uh, yeah
i know them n+ggas want my head
wildin’, uh, yeah
we stylin’, uh, yeah
i know them n+ggas want me dead

[verse]
ayy, chanel robe when i go to bed (what?)
i don’t wanna f+ck, lil’ mama, give me head
indecisive, i want that b+tch instead
oh, nah, i think i wanna f+ck, i know i don’t
yeah, i got .223s on the side of me (grrt, baow)
sippin’ ’42 and no chaser to fall asleep
i passed harry ellis in paris in prada tee
i can’t slow it down ’cause i know the feds be watchin’ me
okay, i talk to my boo dirty, i don’t care who hurt me
cut that lil’ b+tch off if you think that she too flirty
and this fit that i got on only cost me a cool thirty (yeah)
and, don’t waste no time, come and suck it, it’s 2:30
we gon’ lay that p+ssy n+gga down like he cold turkey (grrt)
tell my ex to fall back, she di me dirty, dirty
i can’t f+ck with y’all b+tches, y’all is some birdy, birdies (prr)
i got that clip up on my side, it shoot like stephan curry
[pre+chorus]
my b+tch a virgo, but, she actin’ pisces
one day she want me, the next, she don’t like me
if it ain’t two hundred a case, then please, don’t invite me
i heard lil’ mama wanna f+ck me, but she don’t excite me
had to put the gucci down for the louis v
i got bb on my waist and a patek phillipe (yeah)
i heard them n+ggas want my head, but i just know they cased out
put amiris on my jeans and now a stylist can’t style

[chorus]
wildin’, uh, yeah
we stylin’, uh, yeah
i know them n+ggas want my head
wildin’, uh, yeah
we stylin’, uh, yeah
i know them n+ggas want me dead (yeah)



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