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d.b chapo - grabba n gelato كلمات أغنية

[intro: d.b chapo]
ayo chronic, [?] up
grabba and gelato in my lungs, b_tch

[chorus: d.b chapo]
heard her knock up at my door, i said, “what’s up?”
shawty at the peephole, pump it back and bust it
i be ridin’ with the [?] in the front, huh
grabba and gelato up inside my lungs, b_tch
foldin’ up gelato up inside the blunt, huh
feel like kyle ’cause i’m richer than i was, yeah
i been makin’ all this money flippin’ drugs, huh
popped a pill up in my villa for the, hmm, hmm

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
popped a pink pill
chapo, ak, goin’ bad like we was drake and meek mill
these youngins suckin’ all the weapons like how babies drink milk
b_tch, you ain’t drag racin’, all or nothin’, [?] pink slip
i got pulled over by a baddie ’cause she smelled the weed pen
i got me the vpn
for whеn i open up the imac, i can’t let thеm get in
i said, “ak, pass the lean, i want the pint a lil’ bit darker”
tryna roll the grain until a cop came in a charger
i was tryna pop a bean and drop a bomb on them apartments
tarantino flashin’ uzis, double drum inside his garments tucked
mix that paint like i’m a artist
poured a red, blue jolly rancher like a d_mn police department
uh, crackhead in his mode, and i ain’t stoppin’ it regardless
in the back, i got a pole for all the strippers in the party
i said my life got a pole, you never know when they gon’ spark it
like a backwood, roll the largest, chapo scream just like a seargent
[verse 2: ak tarantino]
pop a pill, i’m off everything
ak on my back, mac tucked, drac’ in the shoulder sling
mac 11 carbon, [?] makin’ that [?]
crack rock on the cuban, the boulder hang off my coldest chain
run him down, and see if he can make it out
gun him down, my gang and them just laid him out
b_tch, i feel like scottie pippen, i see [?]
he get ran down, if he [?], the gang will shout
it’s doa, we done, pop out with arp guns
like i ate garbage, all this sh_t talkin’, my thick wallet can’t hold the funds
big ballin’, i been ballin’, my chain the coldest one
b_tch all on me, i call her the dope b_tch, can’t hold the buns
i put bell tags, y’all ain’t ready for it
i just hit him in his f_ckin’ noodle, he spaghetti bowled
turn to shiftin’ gears [?], i pull up with machete poles
already got papers on him, sh_t, i guess he told
ayy, he think he a demon, send my demon to collect his soul
crack a lil’ boy actin’ [?] like a breakfast bowl

[bridge: d.b chapo]
ayy, we go belt to ass on b_tches, leave a oppa doa
i got fat, fat nugs, b_tch, this ain’t a [?]
i don’t ever, ever lack, like off the crack, i be awake
this b_tch got fat, fat buns, that’s where she carry the weight
i don’t ever, ever lack, like off the crack, i be awake
this b_tch got fat, fat buns, this b_tch got fat, fat buns
this b_tch got
[chorus: d.b chapo]
heard her knock up at my door, i said, “what’s up?”
shawty at the peephole, pump it back and bust it
i be ridin’ with the [?] in the front, huh
grabba and gelato up inside my lungs, b_tch
foldin’ up gelato up inside the blunt, huh
feel like kyle ’cause i’m richer than i was, yeah
i been makin’ all this money flippin’ drugs, huh
popped a pill up in my villa for the, hmm, hmm

- d b chapo

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