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lil chuckee - i want it lyrics

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i done came up, really though?
like a business you know b-tch all the way he goes
only rock with real n-gg-rs yeah they know it’s hood
when she f-ck with me cause she know that i f-ck her good
what you say?

free my dawgs off the f-cking cell
you see we fly we some temp trail
i put that hammer to yo f-cking nails
make me pull that trigger like a root c-n-l
b-tch you know i’m bout that d-ck can’t see me any times that
shorty got that her pack
bout to eat that coochi like out
chucky keep them 3 hoes
call me chuck the only
put the f-cking chopper to his mouth
sing the soundtrack
take all this d-ck’em down
i give 2 sh-t who they going
i don’t really f-ck with you n-gg-rs
that’s me on my oprah sh-t
just hold out yo first show
uh wait they finally notice it
please excuse my ways such as me
as from my no sh-t

wake up in the morning
money steady calling
chasing out the paper
ain’t got no time to try exhausted
running like a posy
can’t help if the p-ssy smell like profit
fresh to death i walk in coffin
got to get every dime i walk in stuntin
and i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’
i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’

talk that sh-t, walk that sh-t n-gg-r
i pop up f-ck sh-t up like a glitch n-gg-r
i’m surrounded by the feds all these n-gg-rs cuffing
she say i wanna make you c-m
i ain’t really worried bout nothing
seen her out took her through the house, put her on the couch
d-ck and mouse spit up on the temp
cause you know sh-t on the drought
what this about? what is this about?
you ain’t got no clown mad at me?
you a grown -ss man, why the f-ck you talk
sticking to the script
and i know every line
now they wanna f-ck with me
tell’em boys keep trying
i laid down in the p-ssy
but i ain’t know to ever climb
d-mn!

wake up in the morning
money steady calling
chasing out the paper
ain’t got no time to try exhausted
running like a posy
can’t help if the p-ssy smell like profit
fresh to death i walk in coffin
got to get every dime i walk in stuntin
and i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’
i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’

i got the b-tch kicking it with a mech
you making it lie in gang fields with young temper
but my’smoking rosalinda
and i blow, barred up i love a bartender
so many drugs imma blend in
get that red beam all you had b-tch
stupid -ss gonna surrender
like smoke and f-ck that’s the only thing on my agenda
and i just poured me a vodka
i will never ever remember
my n-gg-rs in they kitchen
keep that white gills -ss splendid
if that p-ssy good i attend her
‘i spend’em
when that money call imma spend’em
get that p-ssy up earl spencer

wake up in the morning
money steady calling
chasing out the paper
ain’t got no time to try exhausted
running like a posy
can’t help if the p-ssy smell like profit
fresh to death i walk in coffin
got to get every dime i walk in stuntin
and i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’
i want it you got it
you got it
don’t make me’



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