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letra de chin check - chanthereaper

[intro: yung flexican]
ayyyyeee
yung flexican in dis b-tch yuh diggg
aye aye ayeee
we back at it
jus smoked a cig
ayyyee
what?

[verse 1: yung flexican]
walk in dat b-tch now dat p-ssy boy runnin (dippin!)
feel no remorse b-tch a body ain’t nothin (don’t feel sh-t!)
do what yu rap about stop wit tha bluffin (haha)
yu ain’t on sh-t little b-tch yu ain’t thuggin (p-ssy!)
point a gun at me and ima say shoot me! (scaredy)
yu ain’t a k!lla lul boy yu’s a goofy
yo hands is shakin i hear ur heart racin
steel toe to tha jaw yu face down on tha pavement
muhf-cka im ragin might go super saiyan (aaaahhhhh)
might go onna k!llstreak if yu test my patience
it’s bodies on bodies dey stink up tha bas-m-nt (ewww!)
mask on my face b-tch i feel like i’m jason (slasher!)
nightmare like freddy wit double machetes
yu asked fo tha beef boy yu shoulda been ready (in yo dreams)
i left wit a glocky came back wit a shotty (boom boom boom boom)
(boom boom)if yu actin funny we shoot up yo party (boom boom boom)
we shoot up yo show and we shoot up yo crib (boom boom boom)
(boom boom boom) and we shootin at everyone even yo b-tch
don’t be surprised boy my gun don’t discriminate
pleading tha fifth cuz i’ll never incriminate (f-ck 12!)
boy yu’s a simp, took her onna dinner date
b-tch ima pimp, her p-ssy my dinner plate (haha!)
snap like a turtle get jumped like a hurdle
dat fye to his face got his sh-t turnin purple (d-mn!)
i bust in yo hoe cuz dat b-tch is infertile
no fakes in my circle rock shows no rehearsal
i don’t sleep at night cuz a yungin nocturnal! (ayyye aye!)

[verse 2: indigo chopper]
yaaahhhhh
f-ck around catch a death beam
need a emt
you mess with me
i am a king
shoot you in your knee (woah)
make you an amputee
hit your b-tch with the muf-ckin ding a ling (haha!)
p-ssy you’re weak
don’t f-ck with me (yahhh!)
we pull up deep (uh huh)
we k!ll you in your sleep (uh huh)
my n-gga you a sheep
shape shift mystique (yeah)
pull up ttc
i know you see me (yuh uh!)

grippin on that f-ckin rocket
yeah you know it’s in my pocket
f-ck around and imma blast it
let you b-tch ass p-ssys have it (yuh)

death cult
death cult
yeah i’m in a death cult
yeah i’m writing death notes
pull up on your b-tch with the death stroke

death cult death cult
yeah i’m in a death cult
yeah i’m writing death notes (okay!)
pull up on your b-tch with the death stroke (ugh!)

cum in her mouth watch her drip (ew!)
this b-tch better gurgle not spit
this b-tch gonna swallow my kids (okay uh!)
make her throw up on my d-ck (bleghhh!)

and you know i’m goin in raw
shut up b-tch just give me jaw (b-tch!)
hot and cold like menopause
b-tch you cannot stomp on this yard (uh!)

- chanthereaper

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