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lirik lagu supawassi - chimney

[intro]
(r~r~rossi going up)

[verse 1: supawassi]
if it’s smoke, i’m like a chimney
glock 19 got a switchy
i keep the drac’, but i ain’t drizzy
i make birds fly like tweety
wass, we live just like jimmy
hundred round drum, my glizzy got titties
[verse 2: burna bandz]
hop out, get busy
big g~30, it knock out your kidneys
you could try duck, but you might catch a wiggy
trap out of town, fly when i’m in the city
xd makes you see stars like disney
that lil’ ho coming right back like a frisbee
i’m in the trap, overload on the digi’

[verse 3: supawassi]
headshot, give that boy a boosie
i’m masked up in all black coogi
he tried to slide and he got ricky’d
i ran him down, my kicks balenci’
i can’t see through these carti’s
this sweater dior, it ain’t armani
this dog food ain’t for a puppy
we in the ‘woods like jumanji

[verse 4: burna bandz]
can teach you the hype, could teach you how to bank
’cause we brought a hundred rounds, hope you could match that
team no lackin’, so you know i can’t stash that
i want my bag, racks stuffed in the backpack
we lurkin’ in a ghost, you can’t see me, it’s matte black
she buss it open, i ain’t with the chat~chat
b~tch, i been ballin’ hard, where the stats at?
come to the trap and shop, b~tch, i’ma tax that
bro, he gon’ empty the clip like mad max
i get so high, i don’t know where i’ma land at
30 on me just so i make it back home
glock 23, vanvleet, get your man gone
[verse 5: supawassi]
she give me dumb brain just like a moron
i can’t pull up if it ain’t foreign
i can count the racks up while i’m snoring
glock 23, fly like jordan
don’t let me slam on you, aaron gordon
these rappers funny, martin lawrence
face shot a boy if you k!ll us like gorgeous
we do him on camera, watch the recording
.223’s sound like a explosion
we strike n~ggas out like we bowling
glizzy take his top like it’s common
we want house traps, these trappers homeless
i get you gone, no hocus pocus
switch on the glizzy, i don’t got to focus
she eat the d~ck like she choking
they want smoke, it’s crack, they smoking

[verse 6: burna bandz]
we ballin’ hard, yeah, no practice or coaching
i’m at the pot, i got my wrist in motion
i f~cked the lil’ ho, bet i leave her soakin’
sippin’ on many, my daily doses
you already know i got to keep my toaster
slide on your block just me and my chauffeur
he in the trap, but he just a dojer
bro said he seen it but it’s all a crossover

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