letra de risk takers pt.2 - r3 da chilliman
[chorus]
we pourin’ tec back to back so i gotta take a p-ss
book a n-gga for his richard he can keep his 36
we just drown the club with one’s they like r3 with his crips
we just passed for so much chili i ain’t have to tuck no strips
[verse]
if a n-gga don’t pay me these shots fired will push his wig back
he rappin’ like a joint but that’s my life i’m who live that
can’t hang with us we never heard of him crashing the whip
a clean pass i swear to god i ain’t tuck no strips
i keep striking for chili they like who showed him that
this choppa strapped across my chest like a shoulder pad
a rich crip i’m trying to ride with the stars in the roof
i was 16 when i influenced you to do the coupe
my n-ggas wildin’ thеy strippin’ grams off n-ggas neck
i know i’m a problem don’t get smokеd over tough text
crash the porsche cayenne crash the f sport lex
glock 43 hold 10 b-tch this the x
momma said stay in the house, better not take that risk
if i would’ve listened to my momma i would not have no chip
too many ones on the ground i’m in the club with my crips
pourin’ liquor down her throat even the owner takin’ pics
[chorus]
we pourin’ tec back to back so i gotta take a p-ss
book a n-gga for his richard he can keep his 36
we just drown the club with one’s they like r3 are with his crips
we just passed for so much chili i ain’t have to tuck no strips
we pourin’ tec back to back so i gotta take a p-ss
book a n-gga for his richard he can keep his 36
we just drown the club with one’s they like r3 are with his crips
we just passed for so much chili i ain’t have to tuck no strips
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