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letra de low key - chip tha ripper


low key

[verse 1:]
yeah, in the whip rolling up, i don’t give a f-ck
roll through my hood, say what’s up, they know i’m coming up
n-gg-s hating all around me, i keep the 40 tucked
any problems with you n-gg-s i’ll just hit them killers up
we’re chillin’ bruh, yeah these hoes are feelin’ us
you n-gg-s got a sh-tty swag, that’s why them b-tches here with us
all black everything, clothes and my whips too
even if i had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth
i could still pull these hoes and they would choose me
sippin’ that patron, blowing weed until i’m woozy
n-gg-s in the club who i don’t f-ck with trying to dap me up
who is you?
oh, you’re doing what?
oh, that’s what’s up
f-ck up out my face though
ace by the case load
just me and my n-gg- pootie tang and 38 hoes
chillin’ up in vip, now we’re on the balcony
i hold my own, i don’t depend on no one to look out for me

[hook: x2]
maintain, switch a couple lanes while i blow this tree
when i ride by, hope that ain’t n-body notice me
low key young n-gg-, yeah i’m livin’ good
low key n-gg- from the wild and crazy hood

[verse 2:]
b-tch you know just what it is, coppin’ whips, coppin’ cribs
young cash baby came february twenty sixth
extra good how we live, we ain’t takin’ no more l’s
shoutout to my n-gg- [?] gettin’ bread in jail
gotta eat, gotta be the n-gg- with the paper
and them brand new j’s, fresh as h-ll, i ain’t lookin’ for no favors
i get mine like a g, b-tch i pay the whole fee
ain’t no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me
got that 650 ir black sittin’ good
was a broke n-gg-, now i get this money like i should
got my mama ridin’ mercedez, send her money for the bills
about to cop another whip, i ain’t got no record deal
my brother cudder, he just copped a house up in them hills
stacks on deck, now i’m trying to get these mills
for the glory, and i want it all at one time
this is real sh-t, there wasn’t no corny punch lines


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