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letra de pickle - chillichops

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woah woah woah woah woah
stop
is that lyrical dil i hear?
god
who’s on aux?
(me!)
i’m sick of these lyrical dil guys
play that new track i’ve been working on
ayo, turn my headphones up

i’m going b-lls to the wall, ballin all day
you rap so slow, pick up the pace
its getting old, get out the way
few more songs, you’ll pick up a case

and pick up the phone, it’s digbar calling
he wanna know when he’ll stop being copied
yeah it’s a joke, but still it’s appalling
you got a flow like stephen hawking

you getting beat for free
like the ones you get off youtube
what the f-ck was indian heat?
that sh-t was actually doodoo

i do not f-ck with you fellas, i’ll keep it real as h-ll
if ye heard queers in paris, i think he would k!ll himself
feet on the cover, no d-mn shame
save all that for your onlyfans page
showing all of the dogs
and some of your lyrics sounding like our pal drake

it’s ironic you make a profit
begging these kids to fund your project
don’t respond, b-tch, my time is precious
don’t wanna waste it dissing a novice

you were begging me to drop this
for some quick clout on your next sh-t
even you know that your fans don’t give a f-ck ’til you getting dissed
every album called some goofy sh-t like pride and prejud-ck
y’all look like the physical embodiment of tet-n-s

but you ain’t nailing sh-t, you look like you let it crust
you know i’m the boogeyman, sleep on me you getting touched
i’m the hardest in the game, you can’t even get it up
all you rap about is s-x, now you finally getting f-cked

you just rapping gobbledygook
my ears are thinking an apology’s due
i kinda feel sorry for you
cause i’m boutta go mano e mano with you
and you’re following suits and i tailored ’em
i rise, you run that’s a gradient
find me one of your fans, i need to study their cranium
my glazers could sell out a stadium

oh sh-t
this is the first time your music has sounded good
d-mn

ichops, lost my chill
i’m going in for the k!ll
i’m tryna say how i feel
you in a pickle, that’s dil

you really write it, record it, release it
and then say alright, that’s fire
your rapping is laughable, bro, you on the mike like myers

what’s the matter dawg?
ain’t this what you were asking for?
don’t mess with the bull like it’s basketball
now you get the h-rns, matador

don’t take it personal, chill out, don’t get upset
go get some weed from your dealer… ooh sorry, touchy subject
here’s some advice, feel free to ignore it
maybe think twice before you put the f-slur in your chorus
your song’s still boring, are you really better off?
i just hope they pull it up when you’re tryna get a job

i admire your commitment to a uniform brand
you spread the same joke over 34 tracks
we don’t wanna hear no more raps
so fall back
yeah

back yeah
back yeah
back back back yeah
fall back
fall back yeah
fall back
fall back yeah

ay
this a two parter
new track, i got new problems
shoot back, i just shoot harder
i do rap i don’t do bargains

you mine now, use caution
pipe down, look who’s talkin’
wipe down when i slide right on that mike now like i’m moonwalking

features carrying your album must’ve done their back in
suck at making music but still got humour like a band kid
saying belch on the track?
that’s what it sounds like when you’re rapping
your cover art’s the only head that you’ll ever be bagging

try bounce back when i hit you with a lo_tap, you ain’t waking up fool
it’s over for you, once i let daddy know what you been up to
you playing tiger, well i’m the hunter
you and your ghost gone be dead when you say h-llo to my buster

my girl’s a straight ten
you just f-cking with some grade 10s
made a song called james charles
yeah that makes sense

even beat you in the g-y sense
you ain’t even got the same zest
we make g-ydars go haywire
against us, you straight men

give thanks i’m a free bird
hit the ground running now my knees hurt
make a scene, i don’t need to rehe-rs-
beat so hard, i don’t need words

hit and run motherf-ckers then i reverse
it’s second nature like a knee jerk
you always on that nle thirst
you gotta prove you can do what you preach first

you gonna hit back with a weak verse
your sh-t’s wack, i ain’t seen worse
tryna dig round cause you need dirt
tryna tea bag, you need tea first

you got a persona, everything you spit is fake
it’s ok to be g-y, but you making it sound straight
breath smelling like p-ss, from all that weed bro
at the diddy party and your asses vips yo

- chillichops

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