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r3 da chilliman - gun powder lyrics

[intro]
yeah n+gga
b+tch i’m big money threezy
i’ma always pop that big money sh+t
sh+t i’m gon’ ball forever
in my heart i’m just gon’ ball forever
[?] i’m rambo, who want that chilli? we all having motion
errybody got money
b+tch i’m baby all da loaf, i’m big money threezy
chilli folks, mark ain’t gon’ lie
sh+t, whatever you wanna call me, just don’t call me broke, n+gga

[verse]
a hunned and sixty in the benz and i got a cannon in the whip
she in there expressing her feelings, i’m thinking ’bout fanta wit’ the tris
tall [?] out of homes, i wasn’t scared to take a risk
high speeds on the regular, we finna celebrate wit’ chip
[?] the money, i’m bopping for chilli at all hours
if i catch you i’m looking for it and i’ma smell like gun powder
n+ggas tryna sink thе ship, can’t be surrounded by loose lips
hе on insta’ tryna stunt, we tie up n+ggas for blue strips
the opps looks still work noticing my stomping grounds
i’m a reckless lil’ b+st+rd wit’ alotta chip and a hunned rounds
on the block run from cops ’cause i had a big forty when you seen me
this fn like a mini chop, n+ggas ain’t never played wit’ threezy
my chain ice water, might drip this b+tch look like fiji
tell them n+ggas tuck they pieces ’cause i’m wit’ some shottas and they greedy
a baby ar wit’ baby ar, i think i’m rambo
ain’t satisfied wit’ the whips i crashed ’til i blamped the lambo’
i know i’m a junkie, my hardest decision is wok or ‘tech
pour up a twenty ounce, b+tch i’m leaning i’m way too wet
thirty rounds in a glock, dissing in a song i’m a make a mess
these are pounds after pounds, she think i do p90x
always rocking designer wit’ a fat loaf that’s why they really mad
grammys on my neck, smacker on my hip, who want a potty bag?
he talking like it’s that, when he see me he ain’t gon’ shoot me
better watch his mouth ’round here we smoke n+ggas like loose leafs
a hunned in the k, i be borderlising the opps hoopties
that shirt you rocking i ain’t never seen it, it’s not gucci
she call me [?] when she put it in my hand ’cause i’m pimping out my ride
twenties to pass that man a blower ’cause he ain’t gon’ slide
buddhas i got lined up in my room came off of burglaries
you ain’t never passed for no chip and held a thirty piece
sipping on some act’, this sh+t thick just like murray grease
iono her name but she gon’ f+ck just ’cause she heard of me
[outro]
(buddhas i got lined up in my room came off of burglaries)
(you ain’t never passed for no chip and held a thirty piece)
(sipping on some act’, this sh+t thick just like murray grease)
(iono her name but she gon’ f+ck just ’cause she heard of me)
(buddhas i got lined up in my room came off of burglaries)
(you ain’t never passed for no chip and held a thirty piece)
(sipping on some act’, this sh+t thick just like murray grease)
(iono her name but she gon’ f+ck just ’cause she heard of me)

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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