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letra de blue chips - vys

[verse 1]
roll up and get high, lil s-xy b-tch and she fine
wanna have fun and do lines, wanna get drunk and waste time
22 in her prime, and i heard through the grapevine
that she f-cks with girls if they dimes, and she gives head like face time (woah, yeah)
a lot a you rappers is way too washed up, you might wanna try some new
im blowing past you n-ggas, middle finger out the window like f-ck you
i tell that lil b-tch that i’m not the police so im not finna cuff you
i do what the f-ck i want to, n-gga f-ck is you gone do, yeah
i want the money yeah i want the fetty, i feel like i’m fetty i’m sippin on remy, you n-ggas be actin you deserve a emmy
everyday that i wake up, man you know i gotta get my cake up
tired a lookin at a pay stub, finna get this money f-ck day job yeah
f-ckin on ya b-tch, got ya big mad
feel like ludacris, better get back
finna break a hoe off, thats a kit-kat
young n-gga with the sauce, yeah i drip yeah
i roll up and smoke a zip yeah
loud pack got me lit yeah
want the extra bread like a big mac
they ain’t f-ckin with and that big facts
[chorus]
i just want the chips yeah
i just want that water on my wrists yeah
used to, cop a onion make it flip yeah
now im hoping that this music get me rich yeah, eh
i just want the chips yeah
i just want that water on my wrists yeah (uh huh)
cop a onion make it flip yeah
now im hoping that this music get me rich yeah (uh huh uh)
[verse 2]
this sh-t is a breeze, yeah i make it look easy, i make it look simple
you copied your style, and you borrowed your flow like that sh-t was a rental
i got the sauce, it’s right from the source, no man in the middle
im finna blow, yeah this finna pop like it was a pimple
i f-ck your hoe, then i p-ss a b-tch
i heard that hoe was a m-s-ch-st
she tryna f-ck all my mans and them
you tryna wife her and have some kids
i might pull up and just bag your chick, let me f-ck on that b-tch then i have to split
leanin like im off the activist, boy this dank im smokin ain’t no pack a cigs yeah
want that water, yeah i want that fiji
b-tch i’m lit, i came out the lamp like genie
shout juvy, shout out turk, and shout out b.g
im a hot boy with the bling bling, fireman like i’m weezy yeah
came up juggin tryna get that doe, young n-gga i was always broke
feel like drizzy rollin with my woes, let me poe up let me roll my dope
when it comes to rappin, spittin these flows
f-ck that n-gga, he dont want no smoke
i gets busy when i’m in my zone
you try to copy, man i swear you a clone
[chorus]
i just want the chips yeah
i just want that water on my wrists yeah
used to, cop a onion make it flip yeah
now im hoping that this music get me rich yeah, eh
i just want the chips yeah
i just want that water on my wrists yeah (uh huh)
cop a onion make it flip yeah
now im hoping that this music get me rich yeah (uh huh uh)

- vys

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