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letra de what you see - chinx

[intro: dj scream]
ayoo salute to the streets
we do this for the mother f-cking streets
ayoo chinx, a pleasure my n-gga
salute to you for blessing, the streets n-gga
the traps
some music for some real n-ggas
its that cr4(cocaine riot 4)
this sh-t right here forever
this sh-t legendary
and the dj scream said that n-gga!

[hook:]
when you staring at a barrel of a nine millimeter
what you see?
twenty pointers in the chain
how these n-ggas acting like they don’t see?
when you staring in the eyes of a young drug dealer
what you see? (tell me what you see)
from the projects to the television, n-gga that’s something you could see
n-gga talking tunnel vision (green light)
n-gga had a better vision
death threats on a n-gga life, well then, we gon’ see
n-gga talking tunnel vision
n-gga had a better vision
death threats on a n-gga life, well then, we gon’ see

[bridge: asap ferg]
c0ke boy, a$ap
never hit yah b-tch without a latex
run up on me
dead p-ssy n-gga, know i stay strapped
n-ggas know me
talking bout the bread, n-gga take that (what)
youngest, o.g
real trap n-gga never fake that

[verse 1: chinx drugz]
f-ck a n-gga talkin’ we don’t play that
aye ferg tell em’ how my money asap
them n-ggas play it like a 8 track
choppin’ work up on the plate
yeah i scr-pe that
hate to see a young n-gga do it
stacking up the money like i’m jewish
use to move the work up in the buick
now n-ggas spending money like i grew it
boy
pull up in the mint two seater
n-gga don’t front look b-tch you see it
roll up to the front all the hoes want in
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, kick her out, who need her?
got the party jumping when the record hit the needle
fans going crazy like i came with the beetles
young n-gga only hit the p-ssy if it’s legal
the bread make the ends i’ll be coming through the speaker

[hook]

[bridge: asap ferg]
fergy, chinxy
you gon have to put this sh-t on repeat
c0ke bwoy, a$ap
b-tch get kinky in the maybach (s-sq-sq-squaad)
alright harlem, all my n-ggas that bout it
i be trap lord and
sh-t gone get lit when i finish recording
god d-mn i am awesome

[verse 2: asap ferg]
put you in the creek like dawson
you blink i hit em with harlem
you speak it, you sleep in the coffin
yo momma i’m calling
i’m giving out late abortions
you know i’m not lying
i k!ll em, my flow is extortion
no feature, i’m muting your talkin (talkin), talking
[?] back to new york and
[?] p-ssed me the torch and
he told me little n-gga you scorching
you spit like a goblin
never stop, keep the ball rolling
i’m keeping it rolling
that’s why my pockets is swollen
and my momma eyes is so swollen
ma please wipe yo eyes
i’m busy hugging, consoling
we hardly can talk on the phone
because i’m on the rise
i’m busy getting that dough and
so i can get her a new home and
yeah she’ll be surprised

[hook]

- chinx

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