Chiko Bug - Sl33ZY FlØW (feat. 94fatso)

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Yeo Chiko you good
Yeah nigga I'm aight Is the pack too heavy
Nah nigga that shit light Remember grinding on the 4th
Remember grinding out the night
I be chasing all my dreams But forever seem a fight
Never wrong, correct, I'm right You correct me, it's a fight
I'ma knock off his head I'ma take a nigga lights
Ayy, ayy, whole fit Hilfiger I just pop me like 3 Mollys
Goin straight to da liver, da liver Last night I texted shawty
And she left me on delivered But it's aight cause I be pimping
Gettin hoes from Kiki River, uh
Hot sauce, hot mix I put that heat up on a nigga
Like I'm cooking Swiss Miss, never miss, I always hit
Be that young boss trick That's one fine bitch
If I work her make me rich
Ain't as it seems, like what dat mean Like who is he
Man that sizzurp taste delicious ,why I'm walking with a lean
How love every type codeine, promethazine The way that drank fuck up my liver
I know it's hitting me I need a sweet treat
So I could breathe, scrape the sugar off my teeth
With my tongue after my feast I lick the list with finesse
Like when I roll my grabba leafs Yeah I'm a young G
So don't interfere with me
Aye shawty got the hots by the whistle like a kettle
Calm down, gotta settle, got her hooked by the first hello
Mmhmmm
But she cool and acting mellow With the gang being a rebel
On the side clutching that metal aye, aye
Is you a spitter or a quitter? Put the switch up on my glizzy
Shoot the bullets quicker
Don't know how to photoshop We crop you out the picture
I don't know how I got my blick It was probably from a stick up
She slurp that dick up And take a picture
She tell me when she hanging with ya Now it's a stick up
Paper tags we duck the system Creep like a lizard
I got the broom im like a wizard Them bullets hit ya
I ain't tryna drive no more Told my Brodie take the wheel
I'm just tryna hear a shot Hit his top and make it peel
I don't gotta take a pill When I'm out of town
They spin for free I don't gotta pay a bill
If you get it shaking with the steel You can't be on the drill
Lost my heart when I was little I don't know really how to feel
I don't know if she want me just for me I don't know how to tell
Talking like he gangsta but he sweet Nigga I could tell

Written by:
94 fatso, Matthew Rojas

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