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letra de 1st - chuckyy

[intro]
off my d-ck, please
get off my d-ck, please

[chorus]
politician sh-t, i’m still a kid, just get off my d-ck, please
when i’m out in la, i’m with tuneski pushin’ a bentley (yeah, yeah)
she all on my d-ck, ask how i dress, i say my uncle sleeze
’cause they don’t know about chuck d, bail out the v, put a n-gga right to sleep (brrt, brrt)
got chrome heart on my tee and all my jeans, i’m a real fashion geek
ain’t been to sleep in weeks, i been in the studio all day, b-tch, i’m tweakin’
my b-tch just flew out, i’ma just fly her in, she can just stay for the evening
after i f-ck her, i’ma just f-ck her best friend, know i’m a road-touchin’ demon

[verse 1]
put on a sleeve then, i’ma just put her to sleep then, most of these boys wanna be me
they in my inbox, talk about how they gon’ k!ll me, i’ma just put ’em on tv (yeah)
she wanna eat me, most of the hoes wanna eat me up, why would she just wanna l!ck me?
ayy, i was a lil’ boy walkin’ up and down the opp block lookin’ for turner like timmy (brrt, brrt)
we in a hot car, bronem just kitted this up, the turbo make ’em pop a wheelie
i do not f-ck her, i just let her hit a blunt and i put that lil’ b-tch in a frenzy
my shawty don’t listen, told ’em the police hot, he spinnin’ that btich ’til he dizzy
i already told you when i be out la, i’m with tune pushin’ a bentley (yeah)
i’m with ski pushin’ a bentley

[interlude]
all my shooters cost somebody f-ckin’ rent
all my guns cause somebody funeral, yeah (yeah)
long live fred, chuckyy went ahead (of course, facts)
n-ggas know how the f-ck we comin’, all my opps dead (facts, facts, facts)
ski, ski, ski
[verse 2]
yeah, g-a-n-g only, all my n-ggas twist their fingers (fact)
gle or redeye, i might wake up pushin’ a ranger (trucker)
i don’t give a d-mn about cali hoes, f-ck that b-tch, leave her right in topanga (for sure)
bronem don’t like when i’m out by myself, they know i’m considered dangerous (yeah, brrt)

[chorus]
politician sh-t, i’m still a kid, just get off my d-ck, please (get off my d-ck please)
when i’m out in la, i’m with tuneski pushin’ a bentley (yeah)
she all on my d-ck, ask how i dress, i say my uncle sleeze (my uncle)
’cause they don’t know about chuck d, bail out the v, put a n-gga right to sleep (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
got chrome heart on my tee and all my jeans, i’m a real fashion geek
ain’t been to sleep in weeks, i been in the studio all day, b-tch, i’m tweakin’
my b-tch just flew out, i’ma just fly her in, she can just stay for the evening
after i f-ck her, i’ma just f-ck her best friend, know i’m a road-touchin’ demon (yeah, know i’m a road-touchin’ demon)

[outro]
long live fred, chuckyy wasn’t in here, n-gga

- chuckyy

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