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Go, Go, go. Mm, mm. Mm. The best damn ballet man Jamo, Jamo. Yeah. They hooked on the swag just like it's crack. I got a new stick, the business attached. Fuck around and find out, you play around, get Patched. I got some D, I ain't took off The tag. No grocery store, but I'm playing with These bags. Can't trust a soul, put a knife On my back. Got PTSD like I stationed Iraq. Ran off with his money, he calling me back. Dripping like Blade, I'm rocking all black. I'm tryna get paid, yeah, that's a big fact. Road running with packs, I got gas in the Cat. These niggas be talking, they with that Chit-chat. These niggas be telling, they calling Dispatch. These bitches be stalking, had to block me A nat. Been balling a long time, yeah, I Up my stats. I done up my rank, I Didn't need me a hat. All of my bitches, They fine, they brats. Shawty, she eating me up Like a snack. I'm stuck in my ways, I'm Stuck in the trap. They wanna make up industry, I'm tryna dab. They say I act like I Don't know who I am. Won't let nobody in, I think it's a scam. I don't wanna kick It, I'm not rocking them. They paying our bills just like it's M. My diamonds, they shining, they telling a camp. I was with Trip riding around in that Lamb'. He said I'm the goat, I said I know I am. But what you don't know is how I am. These bitches, they digging, I'm flying who I am. You look at that body and the Swag so goddamn. My kids so fire, it's how Can go down. Girl, where you at? Yeah, I need you right now. Come get the Fuck up on this molly right now. I don't need to be in this party right Now. Don't do good in crowds, I might just Black out. I'm clutching my blick when they cut The lights out. You switched on your bitch, got Me thinking like how? Know karma a bitch, yeah, That shit go around. I'm fucking your bitch, go Unlimited rounds. The cool bitch geeked up, done Finned, sell it out. Oh, you 'bout that shit? Show me what you about. They let off them Sticks, I was standing in the crowd. Say you was clutching, now you see nothing around. These niggas punk fake and that's how you gon' Die. Was down on my dick, but I never Did cry. I stayed on me patience, just waiting My time. I'm extraterrestrial, I came from the sky. I never gave a fuck, yeah, you know that I'm fried. They hooked on the swag just like It's crack. I got a new stick, the business Attached. Fuck around and find out, you play around, Get patched. I got some D, I ain't took Off the tag. No grocery store, but I'm playing With these bags. Can't trust a soul, put a Knife on my back. Got PTSD like I stationed Iraq. Ran off with his money, he calling me Back. Dripping like Blade, I'm rocking all black. I'm tryna get paid, yeah, that's a big fact. Road running with packs, I got gas in the Cat. These niggas be talking, with that chit-chat. These niggas be telling, they calling dispatch. These bitches be stalking, had to block me a Nat. Been balling a long time, yeah, I up My stats. I done up my rank, I didn't Need me a hat.
Atl Smook — Chit Chat
«Chit Chat» — Atl Smook. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:35. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
