r3 da chilliman - to da face lyrics
[intro: ohgeesy]
ayy, ayy (diego)
[chorus: ohgeesy]
ayy, rule number one, ayy, snitchin’ ain’t tolerated
had to f+ck on your b+tch, i felt obligated
off the perc’, i can’t bust and i’m concentrating
i f+cked her in the whip, n+gga, it was condensating
it’s moist, i’m hot in this b+tch
she gon’ throw it back, yeah, she a thot on that d+ck
rule number two, don’t be trappin’ where you stay
in the club off a thizzle and i’m yellin’, “a bay bay”
[verse 1: r3 da chilliman]
i walked in this b+tch gold grills just like trinidad
big cuban, same glasses that biggie had
i know i be stylin’, they be mockin’ me
baller belly, all that steak and that wock’ in me
takin’ trips across the globe, she wanna see the world
i told baby touch her toes, i’m tryna see ’em curl
hundreds and fifties, cotton candy all in the safe
i ain’t tipsy, i’m sippin’ wock’ and it’s to the face
[chorus: ohgeesy]
ayy, rule number one, ayy, snitchin’ ain’t tolerated
had to f+ck on your b+tch, i felt obligated
off the perc’, i can’t bust and i’m concentrating
i f+cked her in the whip, n+gga, it was condensating
it’s moist, i’m hot in this b+tch
she gon’ throw it back, yeah, she a thot on that d+ck
rule number two, don’t be trappin’ where you stay
in the club off a thizzle and i’m yellin’, “a bay bay”
[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
blow and brain and sn+tch a chain if you wanna hang with us
i’m in a range switchin’ lanes like i don’t give a f+ck
sippin’ juice, spillin’ syrup inside the coupe
my words slurrin’ off my percs, n+gga, that’s the truth
i’m in the club showin’ my wrist, big baller ballin’
sippin’ wock’, my kidneys hurt, please pass the water
takin’ trips ot, tryna raise my wealth
drop a n+gga for the free ’cause it was for myself
[verse 3: ohgeesy]
got a duffle bag in this b+tch with a lil’ ak
i’m addicted to the strippers, n+gga, hard to stay away
off the perky and juicy, it’s hard to stay awake
off the perc’ and the juice, it be hard to stay awake
rule number three, don’t be takin’ pics of me
in the kitchen cookin’ up like a n+gga kid cuisine
i just left the club with thirty b+tches in a limousine
with the freakiest lil’ b+tches that a n+gga ever seen
[chorus: ohgeesy]
ayy, rule number one, ayy, snitchin’ ain’t tolerated
had to f+ck on your b+tch, i felt obligated
off the perc’, i can’t bust and i’m concentrating
i f+cked her in the whip, n+gga, it was condensating
it’s moist, i’m hot in this b+tch
she gon’ throw it back, yeah, she a thot on that d+ck
rule number two, don’t be trappin’ where you stay
in the club off a thizzle and i’m yellin’, “a bay bay”
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