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Chick James
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Chick James fue publicado el 22 de noviembre de 2024 por Really Rich Empire como parte del álbum Chick James, Vol. 1
22 de noviembre de 2024
SelloReally Rich Empire
IdiomaEnglish
BPM174
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía

Letras

Huh, ayy, uh, uh
Bitch, I'm rich, and I'm rich, bitch
Bitch, I'm rich, and I'm rich, bitch, ayy
Bitch, y'all still hatin', huh
I got another mode for real, my ****, aye
I be doin' this shit for the gang, ****
TNC, don't play with me
For real
Bust a brick, baby, I'ma bust a brick, baby (ayy)
Can't seduce me with no pussy, I'ma fuck my bitch, baby (I'm cool)
Ayy, I know a couple **** broke, ain't got shit, hatin' (ain't got shit)
I thank Allah for this grind, that's what got me rich, ain't it? I thank Allah)
Every dollar, every dime, I need every cent, baby (every dollar, every dime)
I can't give up on the gutter, ayy, this gutter shit made me (that's alright)
Ain't no comma, Lil' P down, ayy, lil' brother get crazy
First time I put it down with my big brother 3A
I told Master go knock Scotty down, he right on EA (fo' real)
I'm in court with all my jewelry on, like, fuck the DA
We 'bout to buy the Scouts a track, you fuckin' up the E-Way
I been prayin' for my brother, I run it up, now he hatin'
Like how that work, ****? (How that work, my ****?)
I's about to watch you ball, you had it first, **** (you had this shit first)
When **** supposed to be your dawg, that be the worst feelin' (that be the worst feelin')
I pray they never play at all 'cause I'ma go kill 'em (I'ma go kill 'em)
I'm forever lit, I can't stand down for no **** (yeah, falls up, falls down)
They know what up with us, my ****, this shit ain't no riddle
Help me run these millions up, my ****, and we gon' split 'em (and we gon' split 'em)
A **** ever play with you, my ****, you better go kill 'em (go kill that boy)
**** always talkin' 'bout what they want, my ****, go get it (go get that shit)
Yeah, my brother run the red
I miss my brother, I poured a tray of ticket to the head (I swear to God, I miss you, bro)
These bitches ain't on nothin', I swear to God these bitches lame (these bitches lame)
I'm runnin' off these drugs, I pop a Tesla board in my plane
They wanna smoke, them **** die, just don't say my name
M.I.A., I'm in the sky on a paper plane
If you ever catch me cryin', it's 'cause it ain't the same (it ain't the same)
I was broke, but I'm rich now, so I can't complain
Hmm, yeah, I'm rich, bitch, yeah, I'm Chick James (I'm rich, bitch)
A thousand bowls of Mary Jane, just like Rick James
Fifty-two thousand for this watch and this bitch plain
Hellcat, hear this bitch growlin' when I switch lanes
Written by: Rahkeib Smith
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