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Correct Chupa Chups Lyrics
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[Verse 1: lonemoon] First things first, why you talk like a bitch? I wouldn’t hit, but you look like a lick My muscle twitch, make a hit for some drip I gotta make it a quick, never to take your shit It’s another one, they don’t want her in the world Imma keep on going just to make them mad for real Ha, I don’t need no damn Chanel I’m so bitchin’, I’m so bitchin’, and I’m hunting for the kill Fuck that, I don’t need your attitude, I be rollin’ with the crew, baby maybe you could too Sike! I don’t need you by my side I don’t need you in my life You can eat it, you can die You can beat it, I don’t need it, oh I’m bleeding, I don’t lie I don’t mean it, but I mean it, you should perish in a fire Baby bleed it, baby bleed it, you can dream up an alliance of these people; they be leaving, and they leaving you so dire Whoa, check out the pace I make me dinero when I pour me up an eight “Meow” on my wrist, she thinks I’m cute, I set her straight I don’t leave her, I don’t leave her, leave her? Yes, okay Oh, poor lady, ooh, I could really love her I should tell her ass the truth Bitch, I get up and I make myself a coup, I’m against this crooked system til I’m givin life the deuce Keep a good grip, hold it tightly Grind the game until this shit is my scene Bitch you do not need to see my id You could never ever be on my team Check out the cross, makin’ it talk Bitch, I’m a goddess, fuck what It cost She got a big big bag up in her socks She got the contraband stuff in her docks It’s that spooky ass bitch with the all white kicks With a tall ass bitch, next to her I’m just a kid Run up in your residence, you gon’ see me in a bit, wait wait, what’s the ‘sitch Uh, uh, let it hit I survived when you told my ass to die I’m alive, laugh, look in your eye You can make me choke, but you can’t make me lie I’m a prize, I don’t have a price Can’t deny, I look like a dime Gimme time, all I need is time In my life, Imma take the things I want I’ll make ‘em mine Imma be an icon, that’s on I [Verse 2: Mars Deli] (Gold) Bitch, ain’t enough O’s in your paycheck I be super high, I’m on the apex She tryna fuck, but, I ain’t got no latex Took my heart out, replace it with a tape deck Gotta fuck a bad bitch ‘fore the day start Told the police I ain’t see shit like I’m Ray Charles I be workin’ everyday, I’m finna play hard If you owe me better pay me for the late charge I’m with Luna, that’s my sis Blowin’ down a brick You can’t tell me shit Had to switch the fit Gave the bae the blade, tell the bitch let it rip I can tell if you a sucker, ‘cause you lookin’ like a lick [Verse 3: lonemoon] When I say I smell a bitch, I can smell a bitch Keep a blade tucked if they wanna try again If you knew what I did, I wouldn’t be so quick Blow your shit away with the shit I think is brisk Curbstomp When I roll up purple weed, them crystals work, dawg Got you think that I be killin’, bitch I murk all You suckers just got a tongue Bad bitch on me You got negative one You ain’t got none, I don’t mean to be blunt Nigga ain’t just pussy he ain’t nothin’ but a cunt Cuttin’ a body, I’m popping, I’m popping, and then I’m just choppin’ it up Sleep like a baby just an hour after it’s done [Dj Tag: lonemoon] The sun spites me
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