lirik lagu big chess - maitre yoda
[verse 1: big chess]
clothes from paris, funds from heroin
my n-ggas stay shooting so in the club we pull them in
bad b-tches they love my swag
money long so they shake that -ss
gun popping and that tote get tagged
n-ggas talk but that gun go blast
[hook]
maitre yoda
what’s your order
[verse 2]
black amigo gang but i don’t know scooter
i just left amsterdam, i can’t make cocaine
but i got that royay like all day
making love to the kilos i’m like f-ck you
you wasn’t there when i was broke so i don’t trust you
no house n-gga slanging cotton up in that field
they took our wealth so why the f-ck is it wrong that i steal
only fear god not them bullets that burn
if karma is a b-tch i fixed her, f-cked all her girls
n-gga with an att-tude, call me dre
and on these beats i’m spitting lyrical cocaine
these little n-ggas doing voodoo (what did he say?)
(you) know africans doing voodoo bringing in ye
couple o’s of weed, and she be on that molly
in the trucks they got ’bout 20 years of the bobby
[hook]
maitre yoda
f-ck you know bruh
[verse 3]
oh you tony montana then i’m all like sosa
f-ck these boys and what the f-ck they talking ’bout
i send them g’s to your crib, you ain’t gone talk it out
they gone walk you out, black bag when the chalk you out
i’m from that l o n – d o n (it’s southside!)
peckham, black gang, you know how i ride
(yeah) and if you ain’t know
that choppa got a few things bro
i might look and sound like these half -ss rappers
but word to the most high, i’m a trapping clapping -ss n-gga
no bible on the dash but i keep it strictly gunplay
i can shoot it out from sunday to next monday
[hook]
maitre yoda
maitre yoda
[verse 4]
this ain’t just rap really move that coca
got heroin and that kilo
my n-gga kid be screaming “so what!” when that gun blow
10k at the bar that’s my bro issyo
most official in the game, who gives a f-ck though?
i’m just praying that they free all of my bro-bros
and for my n-gga it’ll be a hundred rounds that we let go
yeah his net go, but he ain’t ’bout it ’bout it
checkmate mafia if there’s a doubt about it
cash pumping in my veins, i can’t live without it!
turn a good girl bad, ask rihanna bout it
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