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lirik lagu turf talk - i got chips

[verse 1: turf talk]
i’m the real deal in the hood for real
ride seven~deuces, put ’em on dudes’ nooses
(chipped up, chipped up) put ’em on deep fishes
(chipped up, chipped up) every day of the week is christmas
we the bad guys, in them fast tires
errytime i turn around we gotta buy some tires (errr!)
bread’s two~hunnids, we been doin’ that (been doin’ that!)
that’s the main thang, we been screwin’ that (hahaha!)
(chipped up, chipped up) broke ain’t the word
keep the bank account in my front pocket in case i splurr (swish!)
i’m still the packagе, so they expect thе most for me (expect the most for me)
ask turf, he brought the west back for me (he brought the west back for me!)
i love cognac, love cannabis
or i’ll do it to the bones and my black flesh (black flesh)
soon as i get money, i’ma spend that sh~t (spend that sh~t)
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)

[chorus: stresmatic]
ride two~two’s, deep~dish, with the lip
big face, stacked up, my money clipped
pants sagged, gettin’ dough, so don’t trip
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)
my redbone super thick, with the hips
buy the bar, i’m a star, i don’t trip
two straps on my lap with the clip
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)
[verse 2: e~40]
ooh ~ give ’em a lil’ bit of time and then we’ll be bumpin’ this outta the state
twenty years from now, they could be pullin’ a vinyl out the crate
so they can sample and recreate
re~enact to make a remix, what they do to all the great rappers within the bay?
right now i’m kinda high, chewin’ on this hemp cake
manage ’til i die, built for the air and grand grave
i feel like i can fly, seven~deuce muscle, old~school oldsmobiles
out here in the yay, we put speakers in the car grills
push bricks in heels, slide low on hard wheels
dope deals and pills, so we can pay our bills
the hood smell like death, the street look like roadk!ll
it ain’t many left, it’s mo’ fake than real
brothers left on this earth, they’d lock a bar in a he~rs~
we be hustlin’, servin’ that work and talkin’ on chirps
money long like train smoke, 223 in my pin code
most know that the scheme slow, got chips pimpin’, we ain’t broke

[chorus: stresmatic]
ride two~two’s, deep~dish, with the lip
big face, stacked up, my money clipped
pants sagged, gettin’ dough, so don’t trip
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)
my redbone super thick, with the hips
buy the bar, i’m a star, i don’t trip
two straps on my lap with the clip
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)
[verse 3: turf talk]
i’m chipped up to tall my whip up
man, i coon, i’m not a rapper, i just stay on tune
(chipped up, chipped up) yeah, i like to floss a lot
i like to buy things you know, cost a lot
(chipped up, chipped up) center of attention
my 26~inch rims lift my suspensions (you see that?!)
new rimmers, fly hoes
keeped it all in my jeans ’cause my wallets won’t close (papered up!)
walk around in metal detectors we love
we all real hood, know my face up
sucka, i stone~pour it somethin’ special
money come fast where the pistol at you (booyah!)
stay off money, just to scrimmage
keep goin’ and goin’ like our money’s in this (money’s in this)
look b~tch, i’m rich (b~tch, i’m rich)
i told you n~ggas i got chips! (chips!)

[outro: turf talk]
seven~~ twenty~~ twenty~four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

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