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letra de cashin' out - chip

[freestyle]

london city i’m from
london city i rep
take a look at my wrist
cost an arm and a leg
and we be cashin’ out dumb
but we ain’t takin’ no cheques
i’m riding round and i’m getting it
t-ty boi on my neck
violate the kid you’ll get touched in a minute
got that euros account that i ain’t touched in a minute
know my value know my worth i’ma double these figures
on my george w bush i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas
im with ti in the vi going down we in mansion
one blunt, one cup, bad b-tch on a mad ting’
hustle gang we turned up
one time shout big punch to kane
most my n-ggas still move work
big in country when it comes to cane
b-tch n-gga all i do is go
count g’s smoke o’s
holla when you’re ready n-gga let me know
sharp thinker with a blunt rolled
call me young chip i hold it down
i don’t wash the color when i paint the town
used to run around hustling for a gram
f-ck you i’m grand hustle now
shouts my n-gga effay
eh baf we’re moving major
i go blind on a beat
but i still see the paper
and i still put my heart in
many mills later
like my cheese chunky
tell a hater f-ck a grater
i’m so futuristic probably walk before i crawl
chip is the name pop up like lin n-gga all i came to do is ball
and you know i’ve got too much pride to ever let one of you see me fall
b-tch as long as i’ve got the mic, the writings on the wall

- chip

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