Chuuwee
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[Verse 1]
N***as act like prostitutes
I’m just tryna make a lot of loot
I grew up where you couldn’t walk a block
Cause n***as pop at you, and bitches
Run they mouth and say some different shit no cockatoo
Say fuck them n***as and my obstacles I just refixed
My optacle don’t be so fuckin’ sloppy joe
Do you copy though I know my main bitch got me though
Like put that on my heartbeat why the fuck you think she got me fo
And n***as say i’m cocky too like bitch if you accomplished, I astonish
You be cocky too, you did what I accomplish
You’d feel honored as your honor too
Please don’t fuckin’ judge us, you ain’t who we say
“Your honor” too
Keep it up cause Chuuwee you are on a roll
Get high and kick the truth, I call that honor-roll
Come holla at me since you got a lot to know
I’m takin your girl Ono to galapagos

[Chorus]
Ringo star, no bling on
I don’t understand that talk, no cling on
I don’t comprehend you n***as, fuckin’ peons
You the type of ho ass n***a I might pee on

I just want Louis vutton belts, and
Louis vutton keys, and Louis vutton cases
My Louis vutton dreams, I need me another belt
I had Louis la gone jeans, Versace, Gucci is bootsy
My Louis vutton dreams

N***as act like boppers too
Dome hair I got me two
I’m broke as fuck and cocky too
I bet i’ll make a lot of loot

[Verse 2]
Damn i’m on a fuckin’ roll
All you do is hit the internet and fuckin’ troll
We’ll check the show, bitch I don’t give a fuck who told
I want so much fuckin’ paper that my bread is mold
Ay why don’t you get a job or two, its hard as hell already
And your making useless obstacles
Come holla at me since you got a lot to know
We’ll see how far you get to the events
You ain’t ‘bout to go
Get yo money homie hustle since you clockin’ dough
But just know when I see your ass I got you though
Don’t worry who that for, you ain’t got to know
Know that I ain’t fuckin’ with those n***as cause they choppy though
And you can take that however you like
Put it in a sprite make you swallow it make you like
N***as wanna fight, we can fight, whatever you like
Put that on my life I ain’t about to die tonight

[Chorus]