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r3 da chilliman - now & laters lyrics

[intro]
(put boo on it)
(angel heaven sent)

[chorus]
never sober, poppin’ percs like now and laters
she bendin’ it over, i’m tellin’ her shake what her mama gave her
i’m big money in bottega like f+ck a price
heavy bullets, if he catch ’em, he jerry rice
monclers ’cause it’s cold and the blower tucked
we whipped out weapon for no reason, he froze it up
keep rappin’ ’bout jewеlry, where the f+ck is his chains at?
said, “on thе set,” so where the f+ck is his gang at?

[verse 1]
designer coats, but this normal, this what i do
hop in the whip and get to floatin’, watch me dog the coupe
it’s three thousand on the ground when i wear these sneaks
he’s not a trophy, he’s not important, who the f+ck is he?
if you touchin’ real chip, hold your watch in the air
with a thick b+tch, she so bad, don’t give a f+ck what she wear
moncler real, you can come scan the barcode
i brought the steel, if he trippin’, chop unload
said, “on the set,” but i don’t know where he from
i’m to the neck and he in public with no gun
he talk rich, but he grown with no motion
i brought stick, n+ggas play, i’ma blow ’em
[chorus]
never sober, poppin’ percs like now and laters
she bendin’ it over, i’m tellin’ her shake what her mama gave her
i’m big money in bottega like f+ck a price
heavy bullets, if he catch ’em, he jerry rice
monclers ’cause it’s cold and the blower tucked
we whipped out weapon for no reason, he froze it up
keep rappin’ ’bout jewelry, where the f+ck is his chains at?
said, “on the set,” so where the f+ck is his gang at?

[verse 2]
head and shoulders, done bent it over, i’m the back breaker
i’m a soldier, in a rover with some risktakers
rich n+gga, b+tch, my plate got lamb chops
six figures, i fell in love with hearin’ bands pop
this sh+t ain’t cheap, b+tch, my bracelet is cartier
your b+tch weak and i see you broke by the sh+t she wear
his chain ten thousand, i spent that on gifts this month
just go to work, i’m ridin’ ’round with my tools in the trunk
she got all that ass, so i’ma catch it
n+gga, you broke as sh+t, that’s depressing
called some ’rounds, he had ’em balancin’ the turkey
it’s goin’ down if i hit it off a perky

[chorus]
never sober, poppin’ percs like now and laters
she bendin’ it over, i’m tellin’ her shake what her mama gave her
i’m big money in bottega like f+ck a price
heavy bullets, if he catch ’em, he jerry rice
monclers ’cause it’s cold and the blower tucked
we whipped out weapon for no reason, he froze it up
keep rappin’ ’bout jewelry, where the f+ck is his chains at?
said, “on the set,” so where the f+ck is his gang at?

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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