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lirik lagu chuckyy - going

[intro]
(yeah, n~gga, f~ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n~gga? you know who’s on the beat)
(wardo, what the h~ll goin’?) on the other side, you know what i’m sayin’?
all life been some sh~t
n~ggas be jumpin’ off the plane, no parachute
n~ggas jump in the water, no life vest
you n~ggas backwards
yeah

[verse]
most of these n~ggas get left on drills and you tryna tell me they k!ll for real? (drills, drills)
and you know chuckyy dog got the wheel, i dump him down, won’t panic still
glock 20 under my belt with a kriss vec’, i wear twenty~eight, i gotta chill
these n~ggas’ life goin’ down the hill, i was chasin’ sh~t down, now rap my career (yeah, yeah)
we move sh~t likе bmf did, we get sh~t dropped all thе way in michigan (yeah, yeah)
f~ck n~gga drop a lo’, bet we push up, bronem spotted one, then we clip ’em (then we clip ’em)
i don’t even rock no more amiri, they think i went devil, but really a christian
b~tch tryna have my baby, you trippin’, i’ma step on hoes, you can’t even kick it (step)
in the trenches, i’m still a regular n~gga, in the tsa, i be walkin’ with a limp and sh~t
bake a n~gga sh~t like a pillsbury biscuit, “why you do that?” ’cause his sh~t got a ticket on it
these n~ggas just be thinkin’ i’m a rapper, i’m probably the n~gga that probably catch your homie (rrr)
step on a n~gga just like a zombie, switch got sick, that b~tch threw up on him (rrr, rrr, rrr, rrr)
workin’ at magic, i’ll probably put a bone in her, for that sh~t, i need me a trophy (no cap)
dunk on a f~ck n~gga just like rozan, how the f~ck you mad ’cause i’m chosen? (no bap)
in a lam’ truck, i’m switchin’ the lane up, tellin’ bugg’s dumb ass, “just scoot over” (no bap)
n~ggas get splattered in the bin like coffee, i was boss and i f~cked on a four piece
the way they post, you would think blogs know me, in the stu’, she tryna f~ck, she blowin’ me
everybody go in the crib in the mornin’, cadillac v truck, sound like we throwin’ it (hrr, hrr)
i just been sat back, plannin’ my tour and sh~t, might jack 200k in the mornin’ (ching)
the way sh~t goin’, when a n~gga get dropped, we gon’ spin back and we gon’ f~ck up the funeral
[outro]
ain’t no f~ckin’ rap bap
n~ggas know how the f~ck we comin’, we ain’t gotta broadcast none of this sh~t
we leave sh~t right there where the f~ckin’ trees grow, dumb~ass lil’ boy

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