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chap d - international كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
all my raps inspired by true events
you know i’m sayin’? ain’t no fabrications
n_ggas really live this sh_t, you know i’m sayin’?
i can’t be stopped, really unstoppable
and i truly believe that, you know i’m sayin’?

[verse 1]
spillin’ all this champagne on my t_shirt
another black man doin’ good, why do he hurt?
she say her p_ssy good, i gotta see first
make sure i hit the vocals with some reverb
i’m with a bad thing, listenin’ to bieber
coverin’ all bases like i’m derek jeter
we gon’ celebrate life for no reason
i’ve been ballin’ all this time, it ain’t just recent
pastor chap, they really treat me like the deacon
i will never steal no bread out the offering plate
whatever dollar sowed, i’m finna reap it
bad b_tch, but her p_ssy just decent
i like missionary, look you right in your face
i got bread, takin’ women on brunch dates
word tourin’ for these hoes, i’m baggin’ ‘em state to state
ain’t no local mindset, i’m international

[verse 2]
i’ll rock any fitted but the nationals
no chains today, i’m not a flashy dude
she real_real thick, yeah, she nasty too
she gon’ give me good head with no attitude
yeah, that’s my type of move
it don’t take much, i’m just a handsome dude
lookin’ in the mirror, n0body bad as you
money gettin’ long, check the latitude
for this life, i got such gratitude
i really love this sh_t, i can’t complain
veuve bottles, spillin’ all this champagne
never let a bop treat me like a lame
better come correct, you treat me with respect
ain’t got sh_t to prove, i never gotta flex
give this all i got ‘til i ain’t got nothin’ left
cute thing cookin’ lobster, i got my own chef
[verse 3]
yeah, dinner for two
i just play the field, man, i ain’t make the rules
real n_ggas bustin’ moves, real ones gon’ follow suit
your life gon’ really show it when you got the juice
real rap, them other n_ggas more like dr. seuss
milton got the lambo, finna raise the roof
mimosas goin’ up, we gon’ hit ruth’s
work my ass off, i’m tryna cop the coupe
the m4, b_tch, i need more
trunk really bangin’ like the c4
on this road, i had to make a couple detours
love myself, but i think that i could be more
seen a lot, but i think that i could see more
i’m just tryna live life, what you mad at me for?
n_gga, what you mad at me for?
n_gga, what you mad at me for?

[outro]
you know i’m sayin’?
spillin’ on this champagne on my t_shirt
veuve clicquot, perrier_jouët
you know i’m sayin’?
what n_ggas mad at me for?
i feel like i’m the one, yeah

- chap d

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