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letra de chiraq super gd remix - p. rico

(intro: p rico)
let’s get it let’s get it…. squad squad… chiraq let’s get it…. you know how i be rocking man aight
(verse 1: p rico)
it’s rico like 2 chainz like jojo like 2 times rambo with 2 9’s run up on me n-gga & you dying n-ggas talking that money sh-t whole time they be lying b-tch we run chiraq & the opp n-ggas they be hiding riding round in them foreign whips ain’t gotta job ain’t switching shifts n-ggas talking that nonsense i’m up the pole & past them shoot his -ss like a basket leave his -ss up in that casket rip to that n-gga i’ll never be a cab k!ller hanging out with them drug dealers yeah they up in the trap n-gga yeah they be them real n-ggas them down n-ggas that a k!ll n-ggas yeah b-tch it’s p-dot got the red dots sending head shots we jojo gang we from chiraq my money tall just like shaq (verse 2: lil mister) yeah b-tch this chiraq with body sn-tchers & kidnappers my n-ggas they running sh-t like factories keep big 9’s bounce a n-gga like a trampoline i be slowed down off promethazine clean a n-gga like listerine clip long as magazine a 100 shots make a soul lift i be going crazy with the rubber grip catch a opp lacking then i hit the dip 40 sh-lls are in his hips now he need a bag when he go sh-t i’m a real n-gga i’ll never switch make bands fly no magic trick (verse 3: billionaire black) clout god i clout hard k!ll a n-gga in his backyard sh-lls turn him to a trackstar n-ggas talk crazy let the mac spark i let the k spark i let the k bark k!ll a n-gga in his graveyard yall n-ggas so p-ssy yall weren’t raised hard you n-ggas can’t see me ray charles i’m dressed in all black, white 9 gotta mac on me i’ll pull it got a 30 shot got a 50 shot i got a handgun shoot shoot yall bullets man down on the scene n-gga try me his -ss gone catch these bullets head shot that’s a red dot turn his dreads to a f-cking mullet b-tch i’m in love with money i’m in love with thumbing sit back pour a 4-red call that sipping blood money n-ggas won’t make it to this summer it’s chiraq n-ggas getting wack got a big mac it go cl1ck clack you better get back before you get wacked
(verse 4: $wagg dinero) roll a opp pack getting top back i’m a young n-gga but i got that roll a opp pack getting top back i’m a young n-gga but i’m bout that roll a opp pack getting top back i’m a young n-gga but i got that i’m a young n-gga but i got that i’m a young n-gga but i got that bricksquad sh-t how you hate though might pull up let the tank blow keep squad with me we all blow keep singles out in my bankroll if you need a lot come talk to me see more cake then a factory don’t ask to get a track from me unless you talking racks to me oso arrogant this jojo gang if you throw l then i’m taking names i don’t hang around no f-cking lames team no lacking b-tch i’m in the gang b-tch i’m on the 9 with a couple 9’s bring them all out for the summertime b-tch i’m on the 9 with a couple 9’s & the bullets hot like the summertime (verse 5: king yella) chiraq i run that try me get dumb clapped i’m king yella don’t ask that you dumb n-ggas like lab rats got 50 shots in my coolant kit i’m in the gang all my n-ggas rich f-ck a opp n-gga f-ck a thot b-tch talk sl1ck n-gga get ya top hit in a drop top with a thick b-tch with the 30 on her she talk mad sh-t shoot a n-gga it’s tragic still wrap a n-gga in plastic a the block we spraying shots don’t pay attention to tater tots got cash money so the block is hot since a juvenile had to block the top n-ggas switching they style up no lacking we a mil up been balling on them got a lot of points got a lot of -ssists they wanna foul us k!ll a n-gga like a plow truck & all my shooters got wild bucks shout out nicki cuz her p-ssy sticky if i get a chance i might have to l1ck it 150 no roc block f-ck around & get ya block popped all i f-ck is them bad hoes & i see you n-ggas with them pop thots got a lot of hitters on standby they’ll pop up like a pop tart got a lot of hitters on standby they’ll pop up like a pop tart (verse 6: king samson) chiraq that’s my city i’m riding round with that buck fifty i ain’t talking bout no hat though 50 shots in my mac though my k!llers kick in that back door pull up slide in them back dos 79th some free throws choppa bullets look like egg rolls

- p rico

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