young slash - chiddy bang lyrics
[intro]
sauron
[ritornello: kelz got juice]
word around town, your b-tch goin’ for the team
chiddy, chiddy, bang, two chains, i might freeze
choppa have him beggin’ for his life, he yellin’, “please!”
hit the t-tty bar, i’m tryna see some double d’s
i pop out the cut and i shoot
ballin’ on these n-gg-s at my shoot
aye, silly n-gg- tryna get my loot
left his body bl–dy on the stool, aye
[strofa 1: kelz got juice]
stack up the guap, gotta get it
i swear these n-gg-s is b-tches, i know they ain’t with it
ridin’ with the windows tinted
pull up, i’m creepin’, they lookin’ like, “who is that in it?”, hey
flexin’ off-white cause i can
i’m a rich n-gg-, f-ck you mean? hey
i can’t fit it in my jeans, hey
so i spread it in my hands, hey
you don’t f-ck with me, but you play my music on the low, you a fan, hey
wait, let me do my dance, huh, hold on, wait
i caught the wave, get my float on, hey
she suck my d-ck, got her throat on, hey
bust me a jugg then i roll on, hey
roll on, yeah, roll on, yeah
[ritornello: kelz got juice]
word around town, your b-tch goin’ for the team
chiddy, chiddy, bang, two chains, i might freeze
choppa have him beggin’ for his life, he yellin’, “please!”
hit the t-tty bar, i’m tryna see some double d’s
i pop out the cut and i shoot
ballin’ on these n-gg-s at my shoot
aye, silly n-gg- tryna get my loot
left his body bl–dy on the stool, aye
[strofa 2: young slash]
ehi, slashino in block, tu non giri
qua ti ritiri, negro, barca confini
sul beat, n-gg- siamo cattivi
tu non arrivi
la storia la fai, non la scrivi, ehi
non ho niente in tasca però ciò che voglio
lo prendo subito
slashino unico dietro ai miei negri che fanno da pubblico
questa è la strada di casa, mi fotte nada
tu dai la merce e paga
con vest-ti prada contenti i miei raga
slashino da questi sbagli non impara, ehi
sto sveglio charo pensando soltanto alla prossima mossa
andando di corsa
free my n-gg- che da tempo lotta
[ritornello: kelz got juice]
word around town, your b-tch goin’ for the team
chiddy, chiddy, bang, two chains, i might freeze
choppa have him beggin’ for his life, he yellin’, “please!”
hit the t-tty bar, i’m tryna see some double d’s
i pop out the cut and i shoot
ballin’ on these n-gg-s at my shoot
aye, silly n-gg- tryna get my loot
left his body bl–dy on the stool, aye
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