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letra de chi'ren - quincy vidal

[verse 1: ce]

look
since day 1 qv been the the realest…
with a rap knack
ill enough to smack that
patch off a snapback
and a knapsack packed to the max with h-lla
bags of snacks that’s
why the whole crew with us, see
we the hungriest
don’t we just look it?
super microphone-est owning you crooked
i super rhymed all on this donut and cooked it
uh
dilla would be proud
i’m k!llin’ all these n-ggas throwing skrilla to the clouds
i’m iller than hitler with a pill up in his mouth
it’s a villainous mixture when my sis come around
it’s
qv we quick with the venom
sick with the spit like a pit fulla phlegm’m
d-ck rabidly fit to be your b-tch enema
enemies envy me heavily h-ll if it ain’t heavenly
and i’m h-lla g-
-i-a-n-t n-gga that’s on bochy
but a n-gga had to take to the stuy
where the weak don’t fly
and the summer stay toasty
o.e. in my right hand
tropicana in my left
pour it up, up in my cup
until that chalice start to sweat
i like it
cold
with a flow so hot
gotta stay cool
but when you running this game
with a flo jo trot
it’s hard for a mothaf-cka to play cool
swear to god im sicker than sick
you a fraud you primitive pr-ck
gimme your broad i’ll give her the d-ck
my big ol’ b-lls hangin out her walls
if you call, i’ll tell her not to pick up the sh-t
woo! that was so rude
how a n-gga so bad but he so good?
livin in a false world when he so true?
that’s why n-gga gotta do what he want to
mothaf-cka i’m nice
yall like, “n-gga let’s see”
stch, ugh
cl1ck back on the b-tch and listen again
if you motherf-ckers are really trying to test me
ce

[hook]

[le’asha julius]
i ain’t got no shoes
i ain’t got no food
i ain’t got no money for the rent
f-ck i’m gon’ do?
i ain’t got no love
you ain’t got no f-ckin’ time for a n-gga
plus the grind got a muhf-cka crying’

[ce]
get your hand up off your d-ck n-gga!
is you gone’ think about making some sh-t, or you gone’ make some sh-t??
big bro would say that yous a b-tch, n-gga!!
you swear you got the sh-t to make a hit
but can’t take a hit
uh
you can’t take a hit

[verse 2: le’asha julius]

pay my phone bill (i stay broke)
pay my landlord (i stay broke)
spend two dollars on a sandwich
hoping it’ll last ’til the next day eat slow
(broke)
cook up that good sh-t don’t step on my dreams
where the dough for the tree
we want more money but the gov won’t pay
let that melanin ring
i rock i pop it we chi’ren
brooklyn don’t ever stop
no justice it’s just us
poetically hold up our rock
bed stuy mind with a grind from the dc
i keep it real but you n-ggas never heard of me
i blow your mind you say
“lee lee you so lovely”
lyrically i make you c-m
don’t say no to me
shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay
my lips are purple i smoke like everyday
you be like (what’s your number girl?)
that’s the way
(show me a lil sumthin’)
that’s the way
gon’ with your bald head self girl
shake what you got since birth girl
thong thicka thong thong thicka thong thong
i smoke much out my bong bong
since day one we been sh-tting on ’em
but i still show the love take a picture for ’em
uh
show ’em how it’s really done done
i don’t know about you but i’ll give your friend some
a lil taste and you be like yum yum
get high paranoid on the run
take cover in the brooklyn zoo
drop down low when i hear woo woo

[hook]

[outro: ce]

chile, you ain’t nothin’ but a baby gone wild
suckin’ on bottles like that sh-t is still in style
why don’t you suck it up and give the world a smile
all while you crawlin’ mile after f-ckin’ mile

(2x)

- quincy vidal

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