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letra de chicago's finest - billy marchiafava

i’m coming to you, live and direct
billy brought a new flow, just to make you sweat
didn’t go to school, but i still get bread
you didn’t get that plate, but i still get fed
if you don’t like my sh-t, you got a hole in yo’ head
when i leave the house, i always make the bed
why’s that? (why’s that? why’s that?)
’cause i might bring yo b-tch back home instead (ah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s up, mo’f-cker? huh
i’m on a roll, i think i was chosen to strike fear
in mo’f-ckers who like drinking light beer
get your weight up, i’m pushing 260
bench press a mo’f-cker who try to diss me, uh
all these rappers went disney
i’m on the hunt for a thick latina who likes frisbee
last year, they said, “billy, who is he?”
i like my rum with a side of whiskey, uh
dance in the mo’f-cking moonlight
big bag on me like i’m coming down a chimney, uh
five years in the game, feel like a vet
getting better every second, they can’t f-ck with me, uh
blowing up like vegeta, b-lls like jeeta’
park the whip, i never pay the meter
billy, number one draft pick
flow still sick, copyright my d-ck, uh (oh, sh-t)
now, this a classic, homie
i got your shawty on me
yea its billy baby, mr. one and only, uh
they can’t find me, i’m so lost in them titties
your mama told me i’m pretty, i took her back to the city
i’m tryna hit, i got bands like a rock star
driving a cop car, uh, five stars
whipping that sh-t ’til the wheels fall off, uh, uh
she tryna call me, girl, i’m sorry
i’m recording with the homies at the studio
like a second home, makin’ heat
if i don’t make a hit, then it’s back to the streets
back to the blueprint, back to the concrete
[outro]
and it’s billy, mo’f-cker
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, talk that sh-t
“chicago’s finest” (bop! bop!)

- billy marchiafava

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