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king yella - chucky lyrics
every day i shut up got a k!ller
ain’t n0body f-ck with me
how many n-ggas that you know would ride in the streets
you a hit, uncle beat, i’mma side with this b-tch
we got beaf, we got honey
we might die in this buis’
all my n-ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city
how many n-ggas that you know would ride in the streets
you a hit, uncle beat, i’mma side with this b-tch
we got beaf, we got honey
we might die in this buis’
all my n-ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city
pull up on your block, i got that thirty in the guap
i’ve been ride, i’ve been k!lling on that cop
i keep that hunglin n-gga having stressing
i’ve been working with the gods
you’ve been working with the cops
while you working with my (?)
satisfy you n-ggas nah
since i got the car and keep my name all in your mouth
if it eans’t by your girlfriend, my d-ck was all in your mouth
i put the b-tch to kick you out
put the b-tch and have no (?)
i back up in the truck, flip another chicken
how you n-gga need (?) now just bang another million
bust a map, bout a drop
and a hole bottle of square
all my n-ggas in the buil’ they still get the dope
got the cup in the blow and that’s a mil in the low
you can get it straight jumping
you can just shut
mammy (?) cuz i check you right now
everything i touch i just k!ll it right now
how many n-ggas that you know would ride in the streets
you a hit, uncle beat, i’mma side with this b-tch
we got beaf, we got honey
we might die in this buis’
all my n-ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city
king yella and montana we all fight in this b-tch
that’s illegal and i’m robbing i’ll be fly in this, b-tch
b-tches only hang it for me
they be ride in this deep
they wander how i got the b-tch and had to grime for the sh-t
i was hustling, jiggling and balling
put that all on my hips
i though (?) no miss area
you can die in this b-tch
need and lean the p-ssy wet
when i slide in the (?)
my clips got hate just like (?)
b-tch i stay with the ritchie
you know i stay with the paul
i’mma go for that k!ller
boy know how it goes
lay and face down on the streets
like we both fight on the road
if i get caught ain’t no telling
n-gga i stick to the code
murder and suspect that i know it
it ain’t no question bout we had
and i go in h-lla dirty
i come up clean like a -(?)
put your life in the (?) my chopper spin like a beat box
now get your as here with three shots
from all that puff like some rebooks
how many n-ggas that you know would ride in the streets
you a hit, uncle beat, i’mma side with this b-tch
we got beaf, we got honey
we might die in this buis’
all my n-ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city
how many n-ggas that you know would ride in the streets
you a hit, uncle beat, i’mma side with this b-tch
we got beaf, we got honey
we might die in this buis’
all my n-ggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city
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