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lilchika - nettspend lyrics

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[intro]
(oh my god, guys, chika just texted me)
hmm, yeah, yeah
fa, fa, yeah, yeah
neck, throat, bigger than a b+tch
hmm, slatt, slatt, knocking a n+gga+

[chorus]
whole lotta slatt sh+t, this that lilchika sh+t
pull up in a bmw (w)
i mix the crack with the wam on live, the chat keep saying “w”
carti here watching, the balenci’ jacket
my shooter be dripped in a bulletproof jacket
whole lotta sl+ts in the air
i’m crazy as f+ck, truth or dare? let’s do it!
i gave him a chance and that f+ck n+gga blew it
they say i’m up next, but i already knew it
i’m getting money, no time to be sad and sh+t
i was just sad till i got me a badder b+tch (gang, woah)
nah, for real, i need me a mill’
it’s 300k if you bring me the k!ll
i just ran down an opp, p+ssy boy stay still
(frah, frah, ha, ha) free will (okay)
the draco got a hit and it bang (bang)
i got no auto+tune, you can still hear the pain
i’m really a crashout
if i hit from the back, she ‘gon pass out
she just walked in the room with her ass out (woah, woah)
and this draco on my hip go boaw+boaw (woah, woah)
if you pass me the rock, i’mma go get a bucket
two chains on my neck and my ears got some nuggets
mt n+gga baller he pray for the blessings
the glock gotta sneeze, i just might have to bless him
and i’m out of this world, kinda feel like i’m nettspend (woah)
why the h+ll do i feel like i’m nettspend?
[verse]
i spend too much, can’t keep count of money and sh+t
she bounce on a dih like a bunny and sh+t
thick hoe and she kinda funny and sh+t
you know i’m that n+gga, i be running sh+t
two door coupe, i just switched out the rims
the boy finna stop down at some tim’s
my b+tch bad, she look better than kim (kardashian)
if you want it, you know that i’m having it (yeah)
i got shooters that really be slapping sh+t (woah)
it ain’t nothing for me to go bag a b+tch
make her eat it up, don’t gotta ask the b+tch (woah, woah, woah)
i got the whip in cruise control
the f+ck is a gram? i got peas and bowls
i’m counting up pesos
“d+r+a+c+o”, that’s a draco
you don’t wanna fight, p+ssy boy, that’s a k+o
the f+ck is a l when you always ‘gon win?
she might go to church, but for chika she sin
i’m not tryna talk, let’s do it, n+gga, spin!
i just robbed your n+gga, i might do it again!

[chorus]
whole lotta slatt sh+t, this that lilchika sh+t
pull up in a bmw (w)
i mix the crack with the wam on live, the chat keep saying “w”
carti here watching, the balenci’ jacket
my shooter be dripped in a bulletproof jacket
whole lotta sl+ts in the air
i’m crazy as f+ck, truth or dare? let’s do it! (woah)
[outro]
yeah man
really, really, slapping sh+t, n+gga
get a chain on a motherf+cka neck
n+gga’s chain on neck
pound my wrist, man
slatt, that’s lilchika sh+t
yeah, woah, gang, ha, ha, ha, ha (woah)
yeah, okay



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