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​midwxst - chowder lyrics

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[intro]
i do not know what i’m coppin’
walk in the store, everything is an option
they want some heat, so i’m droppin’
i’m at the top, so don’t think that i’m stoppin’
say you want smoke, but i know that you don’t
walk in the store, buy whatever i want
got a new fit, yeah, i’m finna flaunt (i’m working on dying)
it ain’t my time, so pass the baton, yeah

[chorus]
motherf+ckers love to talk sh+t ’til we pull up and we gonna let the block spin
ride around town in a brand new benz and the windows got a new tint
you know that i stay with my gang, b+tch, i do not want any new friends
get in the stu’ and make a hit, b+tch, i don’t got any other options
my pockets fat, call them chowder, yeah
he is not tubby, a coward, yeah
feel likе a monster, got power, yeah
call thеse b+tches a lemon, yeah, they sour, yeah
making a hit every hour, yeah
i am a boss, feel like bowser, yeah
streamin’ me all in your browsers
don’t wan’ f+ck with you, don’t wan’ encounter, yeah

[verse]
i make a hit, i just do it for fun
i’m makin’ money, i’m countin’ up fast
poppin’ off like i’m a motherf+ckin’ gun
i’m makin’ heat, b+tch, just call me the sun
my pockets is heavy, they weighin’ a ton
just getting started, don’t think that i’m done
walk in the party, b+tch, i’m finna stunt
my money big, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout pun
i k!ll the beat and i eat it like lunch
feel like the man, i’ma hit you, one punch
i am the captain, not talkin’ ’bout crunch
that boy a scrub, ain’t talkin’ ’bout sponge
i’m a star, but y’all not talkin’ patrick
make three hits and i call that a hat trick
making hits, it’s just part of my habits
if i see somethin’ i like, i’ma grab it
at the top, b+tch, you know that i’m poppin’
in the studio, know that i’m locked in
i been hearin’ my name, how they talkin’
on my ig, i know that you stalkin’
you tryna play me, you think that i’m stupid
like i said k!ll, b+tch, you know that i’m ruthless
takin’ my chain just like solvin’ a rubix
i got a halo and wings like a cupid
eighteen, getting that bread (f+ck)
you n+ggas not out ahead, huh
oh+oh sh+t, b+tch, i’m fed, oh
don’t give a f+ck ’bout what you said, no
runnin’ a race, i’ma win, okay
no, boy, they can’t match my energy
you not my friend, you not kin to me
i got some friends and enemies
runnin’ fast like my name naruto
that b+tch not special, she just a ho
couple friends, know that i keep ’em close
walk in that saks and i cop some clothes
blue and white on me like minato
i got some subs, call ’em borutos
i don’t text back, b+tch, i’m going ghost
she said i’m trippin’, i do the most
they stop and they stare
i walk in the function, they glare
you wanna meet me, you one of my flare
you couldn’t be me, can’t sit in my chair
hope you know i never care
takin’ a chance ’cause life is not fair
takin’ a risk, i’m takin’ that dare
if i got some money, just know i’ma share
i do not care, i don’t give two sh+ts
need some more money, i need me a fix
call up my shawty, i might give her a kiss
carry my songs and i ain’t never miss
say that you hard, but you getting dismissed
i love some money, you know i’ma flip it
hearin’ my songs and i know you ain’t skip it
they want a song, they say drop a lil’ snippet
i told ’em i do not play
i’m in l.a. on vacay
i just ran up a lil’ k
and then i walk right in that bank
indestructible, feel like a tank
got that ratchet, not talkin’ ’bout clank
i run up, but i remain the same
never switch, no, i could never change
[chorus]
motherf+ckers love to talk sh+t ’til we pull up and we gonna let the block spin
ride around town in a brand new benz and the windows got a new tint
you know that i stay with my gang, b+tch, i do not want any new friends
get in the stu’ and make a hit, b+tch, i don’t got any other options
my pockets fat, call them chowder, yeah
he is not tubby, a coward, yeah
feel like a monster, got power, yeah
call these b+tches a lemon, yeah, they sour, yeah
making a hit every hour, yeah
i am a boss, feel like bowser, yeah
streamin’ me all in your browsers
don’t wan’ f+ck with you, don’t wan’ encounter, yeah



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