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lirik lagu chuckyy - bail out!

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[intro: chuckyy]
slatt
slatt, slatt

[verse 1: chuckyy]
me and lil kam tryna bail out, so we arguin’ who gon’ drive
i ain’t arguin’ with no n~gga, send his dumb ass to the sky (rrah, rrah)
we wettin’ sh~t up, smackin’ threes like vince carter in ’99
every time a n~gga die, we laugh, kick back and get high (haha, dead ass)
we don’t discriminate pipes, if that b~tch blow, then you alright (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
lil kam, that’s my f~ckin’ slime, pretty lil’ b~tch, i’ll break her spine
why the f~ck would i drop her if she a dub and you a dime?
high~speed chase, ain’t got no choices, everybody in the car dirty
hit lil kam like, “what’s the word? i got like four lines of the dirt”
glizzy havin’ an ~rg~sm, tap that b~tch and that b~tch squirt (rrah, rrah, rrah)
b~tch, i been puttin’ in work, this sh~t ain’t new to me
you better get your homie ‘fore his ass be a crewneck tee (gang, rrah, rrah)
i know some shorties never been to school and they’ll spin for free
go in the mall and i buy it all, you would think that sh~t for free
b~tch, i’m a hot head, i don’t even believe in makin’ peace (gang)
foenem was just tough as h~ll, put under pressure, his ass turn police (rrah, rrah)

[verse 2: lil kam]
but, chuckyy, i been told you that, these n~ggas portray the image (rrah, rrah)
spin they block for three, four days, three different cars, the windows tinted (brrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
and you know it’s five percent, so they couldn’t see who was in it (no bap, no bap, rrah)
catch a n~gga tryna hoop, know t block been above the rim (no bap)
b~tches on my d~ck when i pop out ’cause they peep i be trim
did so much dirt up in the street, only a minor
smokin’ top~shelf, pop a perc’ to get me higher (no bap)
n~ggas said i’m duckin’ smoke, i’m like, “the devil is a liar”
.40 sh~ll shot like some lava, he on his back, his face on fire (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
russian cream, three~five a ‘wood, tell me who get high as me
the apple gon’ fall from the tree, you could get smoked just like leaf (no bap)
i can’t argue on ig, man, you n~ggas be too police (no bap)
catch him with his pants down, head tap, then hit his knees (no bap)
i ain’t never been a b~tch and then purge your sh~t in~between (no bap)
they told me stop smokin’ dope, but i cannot quit drinkin’ lean, ayy
n~gga tweak, then leave him there, send his ass to heaven gates (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
i tell your b~tch to do my hair, i got a date, i can’t be late
who need a cut? hollow tips, they tap his head, give him a fade
hop out the car in n~ggas’ hood and march around like a parade
might pull up to a n~gga crib, run in that b~tch like it’s a raid
kickin’ sh~t down, i’m like, “b~tch, get on the floor” (no bap, no bap)
and better n0body move ’cause chuckyy be quick to blow
[verse 3: chuckyy]
on a lazy day, i might toss out the roof, but i get up close, ki got the wheel (brraow, brraow, brraow)
screamin’, “f~ck 12,” they just let foenem go
with them collars on the back of them glizzies, they shoot the quickest (brr)
and ain’t no b~tch up in me, push up on a n~gga quickly (spin, spin, glee)
trigger finger steady ichin’, splack a n~gga if he tempt me (no bap)
she asked me for some money, man, these b~tches f~ckin’ silly
but f~ck that, i’m on the block, you want me, then come get me (b~tch)
gotta drive down this b~tch slow, come down too fast, we get to bl!ckin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah)
the way shorty ‘nem hoopin’, they could’ve went to the pistons
stand over him and cook him ’til his brains look the thickest (ugh)
i love them dracos, but i put hollows in my nickel (grrah, grrah)
year ’22, we ain’t boxin’, pop a n~gga like a pimple
if we clapped at him and he ain’t die, i promise you he crippled (gang)
them switches on them glizzies make it blow just like a whistle (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
don’t play ball with us ’cause we don’t play fair
catch his ass close to that citgo, make his dumb ass lay there
i hit lil kam like, “what you on? i got a l!ck for us to hit”
do that sh~t, go to the trap and switch the fit and change the bl!ck (gang)
i feel bad for you if you had clapped at me and missed (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
’cause i’ma spin until i’m dizzy, ’til your dumb ass rest in p~ss (grr, grr, grr, grrah, gang)
get busy ‘nem up on my roster because shorty ‘nem don’t miss, gang, b~tch (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
rrah, rrah, rrah, gang (brr)


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