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letra de am i understood? - babychiefdoit

[intro]
grrrrr, uh
by the grace of god, this gone be the best intro i ever made, on bro
two-six, twelve sh-t, slatt, gang
i say

[chorus]
b-a-b-y-c-h-i-e-f-d-o-i-t, b-tch
z to the o, to the o, to the l, to the i, to the f, to the e, b-tch
t-i-l to the c, b-tch, i wrote a to the k, b-tch
you don’t know my name, b-tch, you don’t understand my slang, b-tch

[verse 1]
it don’t get no better than me, am i understood?
n-gga, it ain’t no restin’ in peace, you restin’ in peace, it’s [?]
n-gga gone die just for thinkin’ he could, i’m clutchin’, hopin’ and wishin’ he would
“join on my side?” f-ck your side, ebk, i don’t wanna be good in your hood
they say i’m on a whole ‘nothеr level, f-ck that, i’m on a whole ‘nothеr earth
he got shot in his sh-t and cried, he coulda got a ice pack from the nurse
he got his best friend face on a hoodie, i’m finna fit both of they ass on a shirt
she wanna f-ck anytime, anywhere, we outside, she liftin’ her skirt
everyday, it’s a new d-mn rapper, i ain’t tryna hear it cause that sh-t dirt
yeah, you f-cked that hoe on a rack but now you can’t pee cause that sh-t hurt
b-tch, i’m single, you can’t call me a ho because i like to flirt
this is a hoe-show, bring your hoe clothes, come outside dressed for work
you ain’t gotta go home but you gotta leave, i don’t care if you ridin’ a taxi
they send a shot, that sh-t not at me
i got some sh-t make a party a track meet
i’ll call all of you n-ggas my sons, call me “papi”, “pappy”, or “daddy”
i got it on me, you don’t gotta ask me, i can’t rap without primes and addy’s, b-tch
[chorus]
b-a-b-y-c-h-i-e-f-d-o-i-t, b-tch
z to the o, to the o, to the l, to the i, to the f, to the e, b-tch
t-i-l to the c, b-tch, i wrote a to the k, b-tch
you don’t know my name, b-tch, you don’t understand my slang, b-tch

[bridge]
how you don’t know d-thang, b-tch? you don’t know who i hang with
f-ck me cause i’m famous, your man wanna be gay, b-tch
my pipe got a purple [?], i don’t gotta aim, b-tch
i’ll go insane, b-tch, leave your spot in flames, b-tch

[verse 2]
i gave my n-ggas a job, i give him a twenty to go out and slide
go do what you do, i don’t care how you did it as long as the motherf-cker died
he reached for this chain, i ain’t reaching for god, i couldn’t believe that he tried
man, you n-ggas be fried, you wanna be gang? gotta be from the trap
i ain’t playing the middle, i’m slimin’ his b-tch ass out if he beefin’ with mine
f-ck is a nine? come through, ten-mili pistol, breakin’ a motherf-cker spine
it’s money over everything, b-tch, that’s my frame of mind, uh
time ain’t on my side, don’t wanna talk, i need that down
got d-ck and money, money and d-ck, whole lotta cash but none for a b-tch
he with his kinfolk, come through, blow through the window, that’s how dude got hit
bow, that’s how two got hit, next thing you know, some more got hit
i know a n-gga who ‘fro got hit, that’s they d-mn fault, they shouldn’t have slipped
[outro]
ah-ha, yeah n-gga
i’m just speaking the facts
this a psa, leave us the f-ck alone ‘fore your ass get clapped
up pole, make his ass get back
man down, let a n-gga get clap
n-ggas know what the f-ck going on, lil chiefdoit still big slatt

- babychiefdoit

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