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letra de i'm that ni#%a - quelle chris

[verse 1: quelle chris]
somebody wipe me down and if you lucky i might let you keep the towel (keep the towel)
i flex the baddest b-tch in each county each city each town (each city each town)
so go ahead kiss the ring but know you can’t lift the crown
cuz i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i got the froq and dog with the solid gold bone
got a platinum card collection it look like upper deck
we burnin’ down so much it’s f-ckin’ up the ozone
copped a bugatti for the driveway i ain’t touch it yet
gordon ramsey came over cooked up a n-gg- a festival
hes like q you that n-gg- i’m like yo get of my t-st-cl-s
used to dream that i one day i’d hook up with tlc (tlc)
so i creep with dl freaks who need tlc
olympic pool michael phelps wanna train in (train in)
i said it’s cool bring through a zip of that rainman
i got a cook for the cook cook and a pilot for the pilot
and a island off the island off the main land
cuz i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-

(man n-gg- you keep talking like you that n-gg- this
you that n-gg- that
why don’t you never comeback in back to the hood n-gg-)

i got charities for world peace and all of that
i f-ck celebrities between the sheets no callbacks
exotics furs when it’s burr like what you call that
it’s called i am rich b-tch like fallback
the p.o.t.u.s wants to shake my hand
i’m like chill don’t be stan
let’s make weekend plans
accountant hit me with current numbers i’m hittin’ a dab
hit like [?] oprahs getting the tab
cuz i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
yup i’m that n-gg-

[vers 2: denmark vessey]
ayo i hate to brag i hate gloat i hate to lie yo
i just came to use your wifi cuz mines slow
all my favorite rappers got a line bout how that nine go (well how your nine go)
when i ain’t got one i don’t need one
i got action track ad-lib onomatopoeia’s
sincerely that n-gg- p.s
you can’t six letter f with a nappy head deity
yeah thats me that n-gg- on my epitaph
stoic in the photo i’m that n-gg- that will never laugh
i’m that n-gg- only n-gg- that get h-lla cap
h-lla range, no sleep, weather from the weather fan
to the cell of dream that’s a head to the toe
had to let n-gg-s know you get sun when the weather bad (yeah)
i’m that n-gg- though a king like coretta
better have [?] if you ask what’s my name
i’m that n-gg-
word to [?], word to eagle
i’m that negro
that n-gg- n-gg- n-gg- n-gg- n-gg-
they say it’s ethiopian for king, i’m with it
like can i get a amen can i get a witness
can a n-gg- get a tax break from handling his business
hashtag that’s important yeah
highlight that yeah
put that on the on the microsoft excel, bro
chill
hashtag

[bridgde: quelle chris]
somebody wipe me down and if you lucky i might get let you keep the towel
i flex the baddest b-tch in each county each city each town
so go ahead kiss the ring cuz know you can’t lift the crown
cuz i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg- (yeah)
i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg- yup yo i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg-
i’m that n-gg-

[skit]

[verse 3: quelle chris]
i belong to myself
i built this empire, no cookies
you want a cookie you could book me and put it in a rider
y’all n-gg-s wasn’t riding right beside us
kissing -ss to ride in e cl-ss with mariah
y’all be happy with me here trapping
i was out here hustling tryna make the shmoney off of rapping
when i was putting out these mixtapes y’all was laughing
now they hands out for a handout when the cash in
and the label dont wan’t me hanging round all you savages
bromance only come around for the sandwiches
i hired all of y’all as my accountants and managers
then went broke cuz not a d-mn one of you could manage it

(okay okay who are you?)

what the f-ck you mean n-gg- who am i?
you know who i am i’m that n-gg-

(and who do you belong to?)

i belong to myself
i be bonin’ down the hottest model out on the shelf
michael jackson hit me from the grave to take him a selfie
i’m that n-gg- healthy and y’all n-gg-s wishing i was in the ghetto still with no ambition
you fail n-gg-s happy to do my dishes
i’m ballin’ and y’all crawling tryna play my benches
got locked up and no one came to pay my bail
y’all just worked my clientele to pay y’all self
cuz y’all couldn’t work to make a way y’all selfes
stop tryna captain save me and save y’all selfs n-gg-s

[skit]

- quelle chris

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