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letra de a bag of chips - e-a-ski

[intro: boss hogg]
[eating a bag of chips]
sh-t, n-gg-s is hungry in this motherf-cker
i’m talkin’ about for a bag of chips youknowhati’msayin’ dog? i don’t think you do
n-gg- i ain’t talkin’ bout bruffells n-gg-
i ain’t talkin’ about pringles, doritos or freedos n-gg-
i’m talkin’ about a bag of chips, oh you don’t know what i’m talkin’ about?
(yo boss make it hogg, run it down like dat there)

[cpo]
i’m in this mode to gettin’ a code – infra-red
i bust legal presidents – preferrably dead
i’ve examined my financal situation and found sh-t
i’m incredibly grose, f-ck it, it’s goin’ down
i, investigate the blue prints of the plot
to eliminate inferral incidents of me gettin’ got
double check the plan it appears unflossed
so with that lettin’ your benz commence there’s loads
jump in a ride, and it gets on to the designated
spot got the glock, c-ck ’em highly motivated
kick in the door, lettin’ all the n-gg-s try to flee
you guess correct, this is a robbery
don’t nothin’ move the money as i engage in theft
stick the cash in the sack, exit stays left
um, police lookin’ for the description who fits
fat black motherf-cker with big -ss bag of chips

[chorus: cpo]
now i’m just lettin’ my point be made
i simply gots ta, gots ta gets paid
the one and only guy that’ll search the grain
don’t stop, now until i gets a bag of chips
n-gg-, i’m just lettin’ my point be made
ya know i gots ta, gots ta, gots ta gets paid
the one and only guy that’ll search the grain
don’t stop not until i gets a bag of chips

[e-a-ski]
ummmmhmmmm…
i’m twistin’ corners in the beamer
i’m dodgin’ the police they want me fiendin’ with mr. meaner
and i’m lookin’ for this b-tch, i heard she got credit cards and sh-t
blank cheques and money orders, this b-tch is gettin’ rich
plus her n-gg-s’ gettin’ ki’s like a locksmith
she’s slippin’ at the fetti, tell her sore i grab my glock swift
meeked up around her neck and told that b-tch to drive home
give up that credit cards, purse, gold and that mobile phone
we get to crib this is on the alarm
open up that safe and i just might let you escape with no harm
i lied, cause i beat that b-tch badly with my pistol
got some ki’s, some keys and i was in the wind like a whistle
i kicked the rockwilder and hopped the fence
then i signalled gin, c-cktail, and torch that n-gg-s resident
and left my note on his six-hundred benz
thanks for slippin’ with my bag of chips, thanks for the ends

- e a ski

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