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letra de chipmunk hunting - a1fromthe9

[chorus]
say you’re on 9, you’re bluffin’
ganga leave brains all rottin’
pull up with hunters huntin’ do a drill
now man’s edmonton boppin’
skengs keep boppin’ he got got it
pull on block with gang now everyone’s cuttin’
ay mix all done him rage all done him pull up with russians
if i pull up with my young’uns
i’m screamin’ out bun him, bun him
dat boy dere, dat boy right dere you’ll bun him, bun him
suttin’ got l’d up in coffins
my young’uns pull up and do it in public
i ain’t really into no long ting darrg
we pull up, drive by, and dump it

[verse 1]
i ain’t tellin’ no lies, if you see me on the glide i’m chipmunk huntin’
i’ll dip that brick and ching that chipmunk down, no frontin’
i say opps seein’ me in jail
while gang put their friends in pots
ay, free my friends, free my friends, we pressure opps (aah)
anything green get what?
‘019 like four been shot
feds wanna put me in germany cah they know i’m gonna take that block
grip that dots, slap on gloves, grip that top, petrol bath
burn that car, burn my cloth (aah, aah)
bad b keeps tellin’ me lies
reminds me from a1fromthe9
you’re done —
and now you’re next
tell me what i lied about
three times we pull up on the nizz block party
i was in my cell watchin’ man scream and shout
if a certain one’s head lights it’ll leave a head shape leakin’ out
if a certain one’s head slips, that’s a hole in one
why’d you look on and hold your face but anyting green get bunned?
niners buss it, north we bun it, bring it on lane now everyone’s runnin’
you use girls as shields how you think tanesha got put in the coffin?

[chorus]
say you’re on 9, you’re bluffin’
ganga leave brains all rottin’
pull up with hunters huntin’ do a drill
now man’s edmonton boppin’
skengs keep boppin’ he got got it
pull on block with gang now everyone’s cuttin’
ay mix all done him rage all done him pull up with russians
if i pull up with my young’uns
i’m screamin’ out bun him, bun him
dat boy dere, dat boy right dere you’ll bun him, bun him
suttin’ got l’d up in coffins
my young’uns pull up and do it in public
i ain’t really into no long ting darrg
we pull up, drive by, and dump it

[verse 2]
no one from the 9 been bunned
run for your life chipmunk
— just rap ain’t burned no skin, ain’t bunned no one
i can bet 10 bags that the opps will probably try call me brass
and dash this wass i don’t care about bands that you made off rap
i could’ve made that times 3, if the feds will get off my back
i went jail for livin’ in raps whole time that sh-t weren’t part of the plan
how could a n–a be rappin’ about racks when your mum still livin’ in poverty flats
i ain’t rich but i’m far from that
i’m still sellin’ whole ones of dem broccoli packs
plug came out might go polish
lyin’ on youtube they condone it
i ain’t got olders, i don’t take orders
pull up with semi-autos and blow them
corn for the low-low, notes for the low-low
cut that buss that one for my bro-bro
ride on an army, ride on my solo
rusty .40, all semi-auto
free kd that boy gon’ bolo
nutty loose, my f-ckin’ bruce
free up izz that’s a 10-year darrgie
no frontin’, man i f-ckin’ blew
free bm that’s a 10-year friend
and i know eb’s in secondary school
bad b must be tellin’ the truth cah i don’t tell lies on my f-ckin’ tunes

[outro]
suck your mum bruv. why would i tell lies on tunes?

- a1fromthe9

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