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lilchunk - gummi sharks lyrics

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[intro: fecade]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
1, 2, the bills are in blue
checky, checky, check, lil chunk let’s bool

[chorus: lil chunk and fecade]
yeah, i never stress
-i can never stress-
kinda lose my mind when i’m countin’ all the checks
yeah, i always flex
-yeah, i always flex-
if i’m on the mic then the girls blow up my texts

[verse 1: lil chunk]
i’m a lyrical mastermind
usin’ my rhymes to p-ss the time
in the kitchen doin’ lines
the whole rap game is a crime (yuh)
i’m pretty sure you’ll find blue gummi sharks are the best
pull up then i wreck
your girl is to her neck
i will always be the best
don’t dare and test me
or you’ll be askin’ for the glock, oh please
hide it in my sock
all you do is talk
pull up and rock
roll up and i stop

[chorus: lil chunk and fecade]
yeah, i never stress
-i can never stress-
kinda lose my mind when i’m countin’ all the checks
yeah, i always flex
-yeah, i always flex-
if i’m on the mic then the girls blow up my texts

[verse 2: weak knees]
yeah, i gotta flex
don’t got a rolex
but this heat, on my feet
makes my style pretty complex
blue gummi shark the best
ay, you know the rest
boy, you failed the test
now your girl is obsessed
i’ll sn-tch her up real quick
then give her, the whip
keepin’ it clean
can only use frick
but while were on the topic
i’ll give her the yardstick

[chorus: lil chunk and fecade]
yeah, i never stress
-i can never stress-
kinda lose my mind when i’m countin’ all the checks
yeah, i always flex
-yeah, i always flex-
if i’m on the mic then the girls blow up my texts

[verse 3: lil ging]
(-always on that-)
always on that grind, got money on my mind
i peel out, (-always-) you’re moldy rind
she, got me tryna trust you
ain’t no love trust issues
family chain, goldlink crew
gimme brain blood bayou
purple i will sip
lafawnduh to my kip
ur bih gimme lip
micah packs a dip
(lil smokeyyy)
bars he will spit now it’s time to go hard
pickin’ up geese all up in the front yard
your girl a fiend and she hops in the car
i got an ill mind complex on top by far
me and fecade, we rule the game
most of y’all fake, fake, don’t speak on my name
(-always-)

[chorus: lil ging and fecade]
yeah, i never stress
-i can never stress-
kinda lose my mind as i’m countin’ all the checks
yeah, i always flex
-yeah, i always flex-
picking it up, on acid t-rex



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