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r3 da chilliman - before the deal lyrics

[hook]
please don’t bring your b+tch around, i just might f+ck her
i had pape before the deal, that’s on my mother
n++++ had two passes, now he a flocker?
we on the walky like just went off, n++++ roger
a lot of glocks, a lot of chops, ready for combat
we shooting at n++++s, you the n++++s be gettin’ shot at
ten all around, don’t back out now, this a striker, n++++
bouncing out, the 4+5 heat him like a dryer, n++++
[verse]
f+cked her once then blocked the b+tch, couldn’t even see my pictures
hit the club and throw some ones, then i leavе with strippers
crazy part, the smacker on mе as we speak
perc and wocky, that’s the only way i sleep
an icon, i’m the n++++ that they mimic
i ain’t worried, cause i’m the n++++ that be tripping
if it was a safe inside the house, then i grabbed it
my dog turned into a snake, that sh+t magic
i know n++++s that got rich off flocking and i’m one of them
i be wilding, if he want smoke then i’m gunning him
i’m in there itching off a ten, please don’t bother me
play with threezy, we either k!lling him or robbing him
no drive by’s, walk up’s make me feel better
kapital jeans, rick owens boots, and a celine sweater
i did the masi, did the porsche, and the s550
i got some homies dead and gone but they still ride with me
if i shoot, my crodie shoot, it’s a two for one
we go by bodies over here, you better get you some
braggin’ ‘bout skits you ain’t pulled, get your shootings up
i bounce out with two 30’s and make them double dutch
i be nodding off them drugs, i know i got a problem
big bank, take lil bank, i’m in a different column
when we finally bump heads, you gon’ get your issue
n++++ you better hug your family cause they ass gon’ miss you
[hook]
please don’t bring your b+tch around, i just might f+ck her
i had pape before the deal, that’s on my mother
n++++ had two passes, now he a flocker?
we on the walky like just went off, n++++ roger
a lot of glocks, a lot of chops, ready for combat
we shooting at n++++s, you the n++++s be gettin’ shot at
ten all around, don’t back out now, this a striker, n++++
bouncing out, the 4+5 heat him like a dryer, n++++
cracc a smile
[hook]
why everyday n++++s got sent up
that’s the reason threezy be walking down
shooting n++++s, don’t give a f+ck about no knuckle up
brodie want revenge, he don’t crack a smile
diamonds light up like a rave, this sh+t uncontrollable
you know i might f+ck around and blind a crowd
percocet got me sweating all across the stage
i might need somebody to pass a towel
[verse]
where you from? what they call you? who the f+ck is you?
i just blew two+thousand, that was on some shoes
my kidneys kinda hurt, i blame it on the wock
why these n++++s mad at me? blame it on the glock
amiri shoes, amiri pants, amiri what my shirt say
i’m so motherf+cking fly, it ain’t even my birthday
so many hunnids on me, you can call me big benji
you rapping bout watches, then why is his wrist empty?
he was tryna chase b+tches, i was tryna chase money
brodie wanna k!ll, he don’t find sh+t funny
she know threezy balling, she throwing that p+ssy on me
he know he gon’ die if he popping it to the homie
the jacket say “off+white” with pits that got all bite
when i shoot, i don’t miss, i don’t ever have an off night
bounce out giving head taps that’s the message, i bet he read that
this ar be laying right there, where my bed at
[hook]
why everyday n++++s got sent up
that’s the reason threezy be walking down
shooting n++++s, don’t give a f+ck about no knuckle up
brodie want revenge, he don’t crack a smile
diamonds light up like a rave, this sh+t uncontrollable
you know i might f+ck around and blind a crowd
percocet got me sweating all across the stage
i might need somebody to pass a towel

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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