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Chips letra


Jammed in the bill came with the deal
This about to be another gym on the reels
You can dance if you're with it but your games is on stills
But you can't can't slip it while the dance on shills
Saw your man, I should meet him,your man's a tall as shit
What's a freeze in a beezer , a hundred grand for the trip
When I lean I could greet him with then lamb on a strip
Little beams we could use them for the game and the fit
Damn little Lil' D you're the champ, you're the shit,
You're the glam,and a glance, your a vamp your a bitch
Listen up Nickie, you're a fiend, you're a trick
You be into these fits with your man's in the grip
And hurt your bitch,heard your rich,nigga rich
Heard your click,had to lick
Can you stick to the bricks
And if it splits get your cran in your tips
Put your hand on your dick
Take a gander at this

High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We'll realize this
So won't you just show me one time
Right,and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

I'm everywhere you can't go
I'm everywhere you wish you could
I'm sussed up in that Vienne Vogue
My leave long and my pussy good
I lift it up, and I tipped it slow
With that chocolate body that tootsie roll
That flirty Hershey , lawda mercy.
Do it to me, don't hurt me, hurt me
Roll it, pole it,float your bowl in
Pick it up it's so slowly slowly
Smoothly supple, he hold it hold it
He packed the packing I'm throwing back
And I'm counting racks for leave , nigga the cracking
If he acting up and he get a slap
If I pump the trunk, then he get in clap
If I pop the rump then I split your back

High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We'll realize this
So won't you just show me one time
Right,and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

Can I get that
Can I get that whip
Can I take that trip
Can I get that grip
Can I split that chip on my bitch pack
Where my rich cat,
Will you keep that shit when you hit the script
When you hit that scene, and the scene get a ten
With your six pack,where my bitch pack
Where'd you get them clothes
How you make that roll,how you make that dose
Into slow ,into slow,into slow, into six pack
Quit the chit chat
Before I rip that bow ,when I rip your soul
When I rip that bow

High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We'll realize this
So won't you just show me one time
Right,and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

Azealia Banks - Letras

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