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chuckyy - bail out! كلمات أغنية

[intro: chuckyy]
slatt
slatt, slatt

[verse 1: chuckyy]
me and lil kam tryna bail out, so we arguin’ who gon’ drive
i ain’t arguin’ with no n_gga, send his dumb ass to the sky (rrah, rrah)
we wettin’ sh_t up, smackin’ threes like vince carter in ’99
every time a n_gga die, we laugh, kick back and get high (haha, dead ass)
we don’t discriminate pipes, if that b_tch blow, then you alright (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
lil kam, that’s my f_ckin’ slime, pretty lil’ b_tch, i’ll break her spine
why the f_ck would i drop her if she a dub and you a dime?
high_speed chase, ain’t got no choices, everybody in the car dirty
hit lil kam like, “what’s the word? i got like four lines of the dirt”
glizzy havin’ an _rg_sm, tap that b_tch and that b_tch squirt (rrah, rrah, rrah)
b_tch, i been puttin’ in work, this sh_t ain’t new to me
you better get your homie ‘fore his ass be a crewneck tee (gang, rrah, rrah)
i know some shorties never been to school and they’ll spin for free
go in the mall and i buy it all, you would think that sh_t for free
b_tch, i’m a hot head, i don’t even believe in makin’ peace (gang)
foenem was just tough as h_ll, put under pressure, his ass turn police (rrah, rrah)

[verse 2: lil kam]
but, chuckyy, i been told you that, these n_ggas portray the image (rrah, rrah)
spin they block for three, four days, three different cars, the windows tinted (brrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
and you know it’s five percent, so they couldn’t see who was in it (no bap, no bap, rrah)
catch a n_gga tryna hoop, know t block been above the rim (no bap)
b_tches on my d_ck when i pop out ’cause they peep i be trim
did so much dirt up in the street, only a minor
smokin’ top_shelf, pop a perc’ to get me higher (no bap)
n_ggas said i’m duckin’ smoke, i’m like, “the devil is a liar”
.40 sh_ll shot like some lava, he on his back, his face on fire (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
russian cream, three_five a ‘wood, tell me who get high as me
the apple gon’ fall from the tree, you could get smoked just like leaf (no bap)
i can’t argue on ig, man, you n_ggas be too police (no bap)
catch him with his pants down, head tap, then hit his knees (no bap)
i ain’t never been a b_tch and then purge your sh_t in_between (no bap)
they told me stop smokin’ dope, but i cannot quit drinkin’ lean, ayy
n_gga tweak, then leave him there, send his ass to heaven gates (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
i tell your b_tch to do my hair, i got a date, i can’t be late
who need a cut? hollow tips, they tap his head, give him a fade
hop out the car in n_ggas’ hood and march around like a parade
might pull up to a n_gga crib, run in that b_tch like it’s a raid
kickin’ sh_t down, i’m like, “b_tch, get on the floor” (no bap, no bap)
and better n0body move ’cause chuckyy be quick to blow
[verse 3: chuckyy]
on a lazy day, i might toss out the roof, but i get up close, ki got the wheel (brraow, brraow, brraow)
screamin’, “f_ck 12,” they just let foenem go
with them collars on the back of them glizzies, they shoot the quickest (brr)
and ain’t no b_tch up in me, push up on a n_gga quickly (spin, spin, glee)
trigger finger steady ichin’, splack a n_gga if he tempt me (no bap)
she asked me for some money, man, these b_tches f_ckin’ silly
but f_ck that, i’m on the block, you want me, then come get me (b_tch)
gotta drive down this b_tch slow, come down too fast, we get to bl!ckin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah)
the way shorty ‘nem hoopin’, they could’ve went to the pistons
stand over him and cook him ’til his brains look the thickest (ugh)
i love them dracos, but i put hollows in my nickel (grrah, grrah)
year ’22, we ain’t boxin’, pop a n_gga like a pimple
if we clapped at him and he ain’t die, i promise you he crippled (gang)
them switches on them glizzies make it blow just like a whistle (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
don’t play ball with us ’cause we don’t play fair
catch his ass close to that citgo, make his dumb ass lay there
i hit lil kam like, “what you on? i got a l!ck for us to hit”
do that sh_t, go to the trap and switch the fit and change the bl!ck (gang)
i feel bad for you if you had clapped at me and missed (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
’cause i’ma spin until i’m dizzy, ’til your dumb ass rest in p_ss (grr, grr, grr, grrah, gang)
get busy ‘nem up on my roster because shorty ‘nem don’t miss, gang, b_tch (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
rrah, rrah, rrah, gang (brr)

- chuckyy

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