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"Tell Ya Friends" (2012)

Passin Out Money lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Hook:]
Walk up in the club and start passing out money
Walk up in the party, handing out money
I don't make a rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Like Jimmy Conway from the Goodfellas
Me and my niggas in this bitch and we some hood fellas'
Ain't nothing a bitch nigga never could tell us
When I pull up, make your whole hood jealous
Her Vicky panties hit the ground, Hello Kitty
Then the bra came off, hello titties
Which one of yall girls want to get lucky
Don't even say hey if you don't want to fuck me
Take a piece out and take the whole cake
Good things come to those who don't wait
I've been trying to win since way back
When I get on I'm putting rims on a Maybach
Hold on, is you even allowed to say that?
I'm too real some of y'all can't take that
I'm handing out bread like this shit pamphlets
These people looking like this shit don't make no damn sense

[Hook:]
Walk up in the club and start passing out money
Walk up in the party, handing out money
I don't make a rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money
Walk up in the bar and start passing out money
All in the parking lot, handing out money
I don't make it rain I start passing out money
We don't make it rain we start passing out money

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, rather have too much then not enough
Rather have two girls that wanna (uhh)
Extra picky, I love women, hate bitches
Sex And the City, whenever the plane get in
Fresh Style out throw the towel out
Let the whole club know the coat is in the town now
This can't be real, how can it be?
Back to the slight, back to this fantasy
L's and the V's on me the P is on me
Can tell you a bitch homie, you don't want it
At this moment, don't play with your life
Can take a hundred dollars, get you something nice
Gave the vallet man, Hundred
Security and doorman's all got hundreds
Saw this bad bitch, fat ass no stomach
She was so cold I just gave her twelve hundred, Damn

[Hook]

Pocket Full lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Key Wane)

[Hook:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 1:]
I just seen your bitch looking at me
This where she supposed to be
Damn she got them buns
Her stomach F L A T
She saw me pull up and seen passenger seat empty
She approached a G began to choose very quickly
Girl you know when I'm on
Don't wait too long
To let me know you down
Blink twice Ill be gone
Checker print bags in the back seat
She told me lean my seat back then she attacked me
A couple of her girlfriends want me too
She ain't trippin we just livin this life until we through
Matter fact her and like five more chicks is coming through
And they know when they come through they gotta cum too
Lets just do whatever I want to
Anything you need on me but damn they got some funds too
Yeah, we gon have some fun boo
Magnums we gon run through
Got a down ass bitch and the best weed lit and a…

[Hook x2:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 2:]
Baby girl roll up some of that tree
Gone and get like me
In a whip parked on the street
Right outside C L U B
Windows blacked out niggas tryna look in but they cant see
Haters only try to go against what they cant be
I'm moving on up in the game
All the hoes know my name
Thousands for the jeans
All black everything aint know stains
A nigga don't rock no chains
Might see four or five rings
See this goat on swole
Black diamonds in this thang
Gotta brand new whip off rap
New crib on the West Coast
These hoes want a nigga like me cuz I'm overseas doin the most
Honey mustard leather couches in my studio
Wish your bitch’d stop callin but she got dat booty tho
We in other countries, spending other money
Euros and pounds you can keep that US money
Got a plan in life I'm good
Mercedes got leather with the wood
Just got back to the US now I’m ridin around my hood with a…

[Hook x2:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, we livin this life
Don't give a fuck how you feel
We livin this shit for real
We all around the world
We got these girls
If you really livin put the champagne to the sky right now man
I want you to grab the baddest bitch you see walking past

If you don't give a fuck put them drinks up
If you never gave a fuck put them drinks up
We hustlin
Yeah
East side, west side, north side, south side
Europe, Australia, Brazil, Africa, we got ya

[Hook:]
Pocket full of dough
Closet full of clothes
And everywhere I go you know that all the hoes
Know I'm getting money, I be gettin money
Everywhere the money go you know I’m gonna go

Pocket full of dough
Everywhere I go

Out Here lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Making these moves, tryna get this bread
Before I lose, bitch I'm at your head
Taking that bitch right up off your neck
Young niggas don't play 'round where I'm at
Nigga, I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers
E'rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business
Niggas come through, and ain't even no witness
Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches
Don't nobody really know where Chip is
'Til he pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches
These ain't out yet, you can't get this
Bout' to put the new school on them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Ho ass nigga better back up
I'm out here, fresh as fuck
With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga fuck yo luck
Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot
Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that bitch, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick
That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this bitch
She ain't on that none of that corny ass shit
Nigga we're living this shit for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals
Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this ho, we extra fire
Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie
Throw two up when a nigga ride by

[Hook: x2]
Nigga I'm out here, we getting it
Shining, you sick of it
I'm out here, fuck with me
On the freeway, buck 50
I'm out here, I'm dolo
Got bread now, ain't no ho
I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)
My nigga I'm out here (nigga I'm out here)

[Verse 2:]
Hey boo
Don't do what I do, bitch do what I say do
OK boo?
Don't try to play me and I won't play you
We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway
650i, no roof, me and my bitch smoking
DVD watching Coming to America, floating
Nigga we winning
Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow
24s my nigga, we getting it
Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute
Nigga, my crib is mostly glass
So you can see us in here living
4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed
Young niggas doing good, just chilling
I valet in the front
Walk in the club, hitting the blunt
Nigga this how we live for real
No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt
Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho
In VIP, just for me and these hoes
Not giving a fuck who in this bitch
Me, I got killers up in here though
St. Claire niggas up in here though
You already know, we got bread to blow
Yea bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico
So tell a bad bitch, give me head fa sho
Nigga this Chip, better learn my name
Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game
Tryna fuck these hoes, make them tat my name
Send a bitch home, don't give her no change
Should've been a pleasure, fucking with a boss
If you don't choose me, bitch that's your loss
Eating good, nigga Benihana with shrimp sauce
Know y'all mad, hope you stay pissed off
Me and my bitch getting tatted up outside
Smoking that shit that make you lose yo mind
Swear to God this young nigga here gon' shine
Fuck you all up, nigga I'm a get mine

[Hook x2]

Be A Model lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. C-Mack)

[Verse 1:]
She was on World Star butt naked
Had to be 18 or older just to check it
She got baby oil on in her bedroom
Bunch of dirty laundry all across her bed dude
The head rude, super dome
She backstage but she ain't no groupie homes
Now you know that's a lie, she ready for whatever
She'll fuck you good and if you pay her, she'll fuck you better
I'm a dog, bitch - can you take a bone
She on Model Mayhem with too much makeup on
Her and a girl, 2 going at once, plural
We in the hotel and I'm making it rain euros
She stop giving me head and said "What's these?"
I said "My bad, bitch. I just came back from overseas."
And while she out here tryna fuck for a buck
I got this other bitch tryna fuck for a truck

[Hook: x2]
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle

[Verse 2:]
Bad bitch from Brazil, spoke Portuguese
She might even let you crack her if you worth some cheese
Out in Ibiza, we smoking trees
Ain't paying for that ho pussy, paying that ho to leave
Don't get me misunderstood, yes the pimping is good
Got a bitch in the 'burbs, got a bitch in the hood
Legs up, hit it from the front door
Gave her a encore and she still want more
This bitch talking 'bout take her out to eat on me
My Cali bitches got that EBT, they eat for free
Ain't nothing better than good food and crazy dome
She said fuck that R&B, go throw that Jay-Z on
Long as her hair together, long as her purse is Lou
Nighttime stripper, daytime nursing school
She put her favorite song on and ripped them clothes off
Told her girl to film on the iPhone while she goes off

[Hook x2]

We Ain't Playin lyrics - Chip tha Ripper (feat. CyHi Da Prynce & Malik Yusef)

[Chip:]
Yeah, now follow me, follow me I'm comin up heavy in the game
Smokin that master kush, we try to come on with new ways to get paid
I'm sipping that remy, I'm chilling, I'm killing in Cleveland, all day
And too many niggas i fuck with fuck with male bonding is gay
A nigger be extra fly, I bet you never seen this before
Me and my niggers done already hit it you try to wife the hoe
We're making it hard for haters to breath
We're living the life that they wish they could
We're pulling their hoes with ease,
I've been bendin 100's around my hood
Strap on deck,
I had to say this saying slow,
so you know if niggers are tripping
I'm not in the crib, and I'm sending you bitches down below,
yo, got a son now so am I playing, hell no!
Niggas is some hoes, I'm here to show you how I'm supposed to go!

[Chorus:]
We ain't playin, we ain't playin'
We ain't palyin' nigger, we ain't playin!
We ain't playin', we ain't playin' we could do something
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigger? What? do soemthing!
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigger? What?
We ain't playin, we ain't playin'
We ain't playin' nigger, we ain't playin!
We ain't playin', we ain't playin' we could do something
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigga? What? do soemthing!
Nigga, what you wanna do? Nigga? What?

[Chip:]
I bet never seen a real cleveland nigga like this
I got the Charlie's angels hoes, bad bitches hittin licks
Got that kush up in this cigarello keep it cool
yeah, keep that overseas, hoes!
Bitches on the ghetto, got that Louis on me like you didn't know
I stay potted up tell them sexy hoes that they gotta fuck or they time is up
I ain't never satisfied, no matter what, it's not enough
But my momma [?], we had it rough
Niggers hating at me, cause I have a little thing
These women don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck my name!
fuck it even exchange, as long s they give me brain
Now their boyfriends mad, they're going against the grain
2Pac was right, niggers are some bitches crying over bitches
So ridiculous, now I gotta go, and get this 4 and hit this hoe
Ass nigger in his dumpster, tryna threaten me
I'll be a shooting star, before i ever become a celebrity!

[Chorus]

[CyHi:]
Nigga we don't give 2 fucks
Get a nigga killed for 2 bucks and some new chucks
You talkin about who? You gonna do what?
Strap on my ankle if the jeans im wearin bootcut
Gettin in the chevy, i got it suped up
Check the blue guts, swear that bitch is too plush
Met a new slut, with a cute butt
She said a man don't like me, i said who does?
Cause niggas hate ya more than the ku klux
just keep my name out ya mouth im not a toothbrush
or you'll get my left foot up ya ass, sir lucious
and if yo tooth bust, leave my pistol smokin like snoop's bus

Cactus lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Uh, wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Me plus two cause I'm in third person (Hey, Chip!)
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
And blaze up the cactus, red carpet actress
Dropping on you dingleberries who can shart with that shit
Don't you start with that Chip
Literally killing fools by dropping all these syllables
I love watching you niggas lose
And me I just keep growing like a sour diesel plant
I'm Mr. let you hold a stack and by the hour need it back
And sprinkle in a little interest and since
Had to new play 2k12 with my N's bitch
And Swish! Dropping trays on you hot dog mans in the stands
All these rappers is is a bunch of fans; fucking Stans
I ain't with no major but got bunch of fam, crazy fans
Any major want my publishing, they must be crazy. Damn!
Guess I gotta pull up to your city with the semi
And a bunch of bum ol' shit to get your girls attention with
But, really I don't need none of that I'm really in the streets
Got a couple O's, pullin sweets, gettin fried When I

[Hook:]
Wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
Blaze up the cactus [12X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]
Blaze up the cactus [4X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, roll up the vegetables, go and pour that lean up
Chilling with your fiance no wonder you ain't seen her
Up all night with two girls like "fuck sleep"
She got BBC (What's that) Booty Butt Cheeks (Damn)
We live life on the edge, ain't no fearing us
I'm always sad but some head sure would cheer me up
I'm in the telly with these chicks hoping I get lucky
Me and four girls thats eight legs getting octo-pussy
Lets wrestle this money, nigga tag team
You gotta get it by any means what does that mean
Many eyes watching even when you don't know
Some genuine ally, most heartless foe
I know, lets live the happy life and get paid people
The lack of money is the root to all evil (Word)
I'm that off white UFO chilling I'm finna knock in this weed
I gotta make the ceiling drop, so

[Hook:]
Wa-wa-watch your head in my spaceship
Floating to another destination, resperating
Vapors coming from a volcanic eruption, roll up son
Blaze up the cactus [12X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]
Blaze up the cactus [4X]
(Wa-watch your head in my spaceship) [2X]

25 Wives lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Wale)

Yea
Chip, check it out
25 wives
Wish I could have...
If I could have 25 wives...

[Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper]
Just me with all y'all
That'd be so wonderful
Make daddy proud: I love every one of you
My angels: I feel like Flava Flav but sexier
The sex is gonna be messier
But ain't gonna be no stress in here
We living good all of us
We winning, that's obvious. We got whips, Cars R Us
We smoke good: it's foggy, plus
The status: they all mad at us
Teamwork: that's our recipe for living lavish
Yeah, we get this cabbage
I'm the head coach of the team
If everybody play their position, we can win this thing
Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom
If I got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating
Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all
Ambisexuals. If this ain't Heaven what's it called?
Must be life. No greater feeling in the world
If I had 25 wives, I would love all my girls...

[Hook: x2]
I wish I could have 25 wives
We'd all get it poppin, we'd all get high: that's fly
If I could have 25 wives
I'd love them all like they love me
We hustle to survive

[Verse 2: Wale]
Got women in every city. Winning in every city
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
Silicone bitches got the confidence
But natural bitches get all my compliments
I ain't trying to conflict: Nickels to dimes and shit
Make something out of nothing. Nigga, I MacGyver that bitch
Niggas wild as shit. No rubber, just climb in that bitch
Take your hat off and get to cuttin: Kung Lao on that bitch
Mortal Kombat, my shit is beyond rap
I keep it 100 nigga: Warren Moon, Warren Sapp
Hit, I never call her back. Bet she keep on coming back
You keeping her dry, shit, I named that bitch "Tsunami Cat"
I'm too polished, I ain't looking for acknowledgement
Put my squad on my back like I'm wearing me a starter jacket
Ya'll lame niggas. No bitches when ya'll are out
I get that Ivy League brain, catch me with a dark mouth

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Wale]
It's Double M-G yo
It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw
I'm getting each ho
Eyes lower than Ichiro

Cut It Out lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Yeah, yeah
Cut it in or cut it out

[Verse 1:]
Yeah
Stop what you doing (Stop)
And get this money (Get it)
Now all of a sudden (What?)
These bitches on me (Bitches)
We making paper (Paper)
Let's make some more (Let's get it)
I'm a real nigga (Real nigga)
What you take me for? (Bitch!)
My whole life it felt like money was just running from me (Word)
Now we all across the world different color money (Word)
California weed in my California crib (Cali)
I'm a young black boss that's how I'm 'posed to live

[Hook:]
So if you getting money
That's what I'm talking about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Goddamn that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
You getting money?
That's what it's all about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga

[Verse 2:]
Louis on my soles (Louis)
Unruly to these hoes (Unruly)
For pictures I don't pose (Bitch)
A movie I suppose (A movie)
We living this shit for real (Yeah)
Got money I ain't got no deal
Fuck the police (Fuck em)
Here, smoke some of this and chill (Let's smoke)
We moving on up in the game (Moving up)
I'm in ATL in the Range
Lenox Mall was cool (What)
Now we in Saint Tropez (What)
Sipping Don Perignon in France (France)
Just a young nigga from the hood
No hands in no pockets, we extra extra good (Extra good)
DJ Bring it back (Bring it back)
And mix it with 3-6 (What)
I'm enjoying this money (What)
I'm not chasing these chics (What)
I'm trying to live well (Live well)
I'm a God living in hell (Damn)
Bitch I'm paid up and I'm trying to get more still (Bitch)

[Hook:]
So if you getting money
That's what I'm about
So cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Goddamn that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
You getting money?
It's what it's all about
Now cut me in or cut it out
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga for ya
Yeah, that's a real Cleveland nigga

GloryUs lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. The Almighty GloryUs)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Hey, howdy, I am super duper good
You can find me drowning in some mini mixed with groupie love
All of the above like I'm Maino or I'm [?]
When it's no more room, it's [?] to Cleveland if I needed you
[?] whip more, fucking niggas stomach up I'm throwing them
Hot sauce, really used to be killing when I'm drinking though
Used to ride my bike all day, too [?] single jungle though

Don't stop, grind hard, watch cops, give them the smile
Not doing wrong, just chilling oh yeah
We gotta find our ways,

If I focus on my dizzle, not these popped out hoes
Trying to find me a Hale Berry up in bed
For somebody I can desperately housewife
But really, fuck you nigga, I ain't trying to play housewife [?]
Independent that give us a good [?]
Understand what other and other records
But women I'm amazing, but I know it's crazy
See see, now you don't have to like me
Please respect the fucking glory of the mighty

We the all, all, all, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glory, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glorious

You want something call me Chip I just be chilling though
[?] through these crazy hoods and bumpy roads
Memories are living conditions worst than you ever seen
Now it's total opposite, I'm self made, fresh and clean
Straight up menace, we some rebels bad it did it right
Most advice I get, I just can't use it, they don't live this life
Hope for the best but it's probably bad as it seems
I brainstorm coming up yeah I had a few dreams
Used to stand outside at [?] getting tips to help with bags
9 years old running shopping carts to get that quarter back
Shooting my bang bang, [?] don't drive too fast, around my hood
Wish that I could change they perspective and tell them what's really good
Blow about 4 hundred a day on that purple Callie [?]
Cause life is over [?] maintain the financial sanity
Say what's on my mental when disregard the emotional
Try to stay on track and keep it to where I'm supposed to go
Before my grandma passed, she told me I will lead the people
I'm all that is man fearless, have yet to meet my equal
I'm call, ladies and gentlemen, hood niggas and bitches
You all about to witness, how nobody fucking with us

We the all, all, all, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glory, all mighty, glory, glory, glory, all mighty
Glory, glory, glorious.

Boomshakalaka lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Bun B)

Boom
We livin in the last days
Yeah we saw what's over

[Hook:]
40 on me break you off proper
And even got the cocka just boomshakalaka
Yeah I'm a young cold mother fucker
Put the hammer out and rock it like boomshakalaka
My niggas hit licks like shotas load up the forty glockas
Like Boomshakalaka boom
And my bitch gone blast and she got that ass
Like boomshakalaka nigga
People say we runnin out of time
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
I'm a lose my fuckin mind and I'm a
Blast this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch
People say we runnin out of time
And they gonna drop anotha rhyme like boomshakalaka
A nigga run upon me and try to take mine
I'm a pop this tech nine like boomshakalaka bitch

I'm ballin forty in my hand
Bet this mother fucker won't NBA Jam
Up the springfield, don't' think my aim off
My Louie Jacket cost more then ya chain cost
I'm finna act up, not sober
Now show punks just how I'm strapped up
Glock on me, (fuck you up)
Hot damn, son of a bitch
Tell your daddy hush don't be a son of a snitch
Turn tha t.v. on, they tellin' stories
Turn your bitches on, she extra horny
And you know what I'm on, with your fine ass
She got red lipstick on the wine glass
I know you niggas mad
I see you tail wagging
Act like you got some sense or something bad will happen
She got off work and came straight to the club
Your bitch tryina catch a date with some rich thug
Oh you mad

[Hook]

Trill OG Bun B all ready
Trigger finger on the trigger and it's all steady
No problem is too big or too small
Got the third eye to see around corners and through walls
No matter who calls we answer first ring
Mind on the money baby that's the first thing
Got your baby mama buy her purse dreams
Losing her to me wouldn't be the worst thing
This that mob music, strictly for made men
Run up like you want it you can catch up fate then
I ain't playin I'll pop you and then I'm not stayin
They gone find you right there in the same spot you layin
I'm not the one and I'm not the two bro
I'm the cat who gone make it do what it do bro
And you know so act right
'Cause I'm gonna keep the mack tight make it go boomshakalaka

[Hook]

I'm what you call a living legend (sha-plow)
This what you call a mack eleven (sha-plow)
Here's two on the way down plow plow
Here's four more plow plow plow plow
I got a plan to take over your land
If you keep it a hundred I keep it a hundred grand
I'm not a star you know my name now my story
You simple you represent fame I rep glory
Damn now these nigga's talkin down
But they don't say nothin when I'm around
They don't fuck with y'all no doubt you get a pound
No matter of fact fuck that you get around
I don't' hang with industry niggas I hang with killers
I don't fuck with these rap niggas they ain't my niggas
My whole outfit from Paris
Show up to your house party like Robert Harris

[Hook]

Here We Are lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1:]
Sup lonely girl with the expectations way too high
Ever think about why you lonely you should switch it up tonight
You should loosen up tonight
You should be cool don't put up no fight
You should give me some butt tonight
You might as well not give a fuck tonight
Got my niggas in here
Everything on me
But we all got bread
Young boss young gee
Got a cold young bitch
She got a brand new whip
Vallet back to back
Black on black
Racks on Chip

[Hook:]
Celebrate wakin' up today
Dog I don't give a fuck what they say
All them niggas broke anyway
We extra good we [?]
Today just ain't yo day
Go to sleep try again tomorrow
I now you don't see us much but tonight you lucked up here we are
Here we are
Yeah here we here
Hope you got your good clothes on
I know you heard we was gon' be here
Here we are
Here we here
Ghetto superstar
Bitch, quit playin' come here

[Verse 2:]
See you lookin'
Here I am
Girl you better come choose me
You don't wanna need a man
Don't be on them games
I'm too fresh quit playin'
Come bob your head in my lap do the best you can
Niggas hatin' in here
We don't care
They girls with us
They ain't allowed up here
Captain keep it real with a bitch
Have no fear
Ay girl come and try this
Please put down that beer

[Hook:]
Celebrate wakin' up today
Dog I don't give a fuck what they say
All them niggas broke anyway
We extra good we [?]
Today just ain't yo day
Go to sleep try again tomorrow
I now you don't see us much but tonight you lucked up here we are
Here we are
Yeah here we here
Hope you got your good clothes on
I know you heard we was gon' be here
Here we are
Here we here
Ghetto superstar
Bitch, quit playin' come here

Stay Sleep lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Krayzie Bone)

These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay asleep so they could dream about how we live
It's when you sleeping on Chip. What?
These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay sleep so they could dream about how we live
These niggas sleeping on the [?]
I ain't ask for this life, it simply asked for me
It's so many others who'd do what I do
I wonder how this shit is working for me
We running amok and I ain't giving a fuck
My nigga we living it up
Travel the map, tell them sexy hoes to get on the bus
Bottles of Jameson and the goose, while we're on the tour bus
It's 4 of us, we're trying to get these girls to absorb us
Trying to stay focus, back home they want me dead
I can feel it, ain't nobody got the say it
I'm ready for war at all times
My nigga this shit is so real
I'm trying to cop a couple of cribs around the world
So I could chill stress free and relax
Just 300, some niggas is sorry
Cause we getting paper, they wanna be in on the money
These niggas is not my fam, these niggas is not my comrades
We keeping the circle tight as a Cheerio
That's how I am gonna last in this world where
Niggas come up off other niggas
We did this, no help from phoney snake in the grass pretenders

What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on Chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

We living the life for real, living it right, nigga we getting it into the night
Mentality [?] if you are the mind, then you are the sight
My nigga we grind hard
And if that means then we gotta die, then nigga we'll die hard
But I keep this heat my nigga, on easy
I will light y'all up, like you was rolled up in the blunt
So nigga don't front, don't ever run up on me bluffing
Trust you niggas don't want this
I represent it to the fullest the city is Cleveland
But nigga we gotta believe that it's our time, go get it and quit blamin' shit on Lebron
This is 24/7 the grinder, call me greedy the grimer
Cleveland city [?] guess it's just in need to rise up
From the bottom of the [?] to the southern [?] air
They thought I was over [?] give up the game
Are you sleeping me?
He must have been dreaming [?]
But I can turn that dream into a nightmare

What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

Stay up all night trying to make a better plan
Gotta play chess with life, and don't never show these niggas your hand
I can do all things, through Christ
Who strengthens me, anything that happens in this crazy life was meant to be
It's [?] from Cleveland, don't get it confusing
[?] you got no hustling, you loosing if you [?]
Niggas tripping, I'm trying to learn to be a better person
Don't fuck with [?] my brother, that shit will kill you for certain thing
I am that perfect verse over a dope beat, don't be, running up trying to act like you know me
Roll 3 hundred more blunts, I'm trying to smoke G
Saint Clair, original legend [?]
We off in the club with your bitch [?]
Shit's so real that we can give a fuck if niggas not convinced
That we living like this
My nigga you must be crazy, if you don't think [?] going nuts

Soothing lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook:]
Yeah, don't this sound so soothing
If them hoes choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound extra soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them hoes choosing they losing
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
No record deal
I'm fresh as hell
New car paid for
They catchin hell
When I pull up
With all they hoes
Foggy as fuck
All that smoke
I'm Huey Newton
Black dynamite
Fuck these hoes
With all my might
Heads or tails
To each his own
I call it Mona Lisa
Cause I make Lisa moan
And anytime you ain't smokin' you should be
Call of Duty, Battlefield thats how my hood be
Yeah, a little bit of this
A little bit of that
Kill ‘em with the flow
Kill ‘em with the mac
Now you did
And I got yo bitch
I [?] in your grave
Piss on that bitch
Me and her just met
Now we goin in
She chose me
Now she gon' win

[Hook:]
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound extra soothing
If them bitches ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing

[Verse 2:]
I'm extra fresh
You know I is
Whats this song called
I have no idea
Its fresh doe
So is this club
Lets have a drink
Lets make love
Back at my place
I just bought you ace
Thats more than your rent
Gimme some face
These random thoughts
Don't mean no harm
I'm tryna get in your car
Hit the alarm
Permission to enter
That velvet center
Don't need no pictures just to make this a night to remember
You niggas is hoes
Transvestite
I'm so bored can some of yall girls please excite
Roll that weed ignite
Sit back and chill
Look what time it is
Time to get real
You know wassup
Fuckin' games
Its three in the morning I'm supposed to hittin' that shit like whats my name
Bitch quit playin'

[Hook:]
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, and don't this sound so soothing
If them girls ain't choosing they losing
Yeah, don't this sound so soothing

Drop That Shit lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Ray Cash)

Chip Tha Rip, Ray Cash
Smoke something

[Verse 1: Ray Cash]
I said I'm chillin'
Sittin' on about a quarter million
All my niggas
All my guns
All my women
I'm trippin'
I'm sittin'
I'm workin' in the kitchen
100 pounds to the ceiling
Bought an AK and a clip hold a million
Damn I mean a billion
When you smell the loud in the place you know we in the buildin'
Chip said fuck niggas
And fuck how they feeling
Fuck keepin' it [?]
I keep it trillion

[Hook]
Drop that shit bitch
Hands high
Drop that shit bitch
She got that ass
Damn, drop that shit bitch
Yeah, drop that, drop that shit bitch
To the floor bitch

[Verse 2: Chip Tha Ripper]
Yeah, my dap is worth 100 raps
Where them bad bitches at
Drop that ass and run it back
She onstage goin HAM like she hope I see her
Well they do that at
Shit, right over here
Haters gimme cold mugs like dentine
But nevertheless the 40 cal up in these slim jeans
You niggas hoes
We don't owe you nada
You niggas mad I push out something cold for the summer
She chose me that means she don't think she too cute
Do what you want
Don't wait for what you want to do you
Now its some ladies over here and some women over there
There's some hoes in this house bad bitches everywhere

[Hook]
Drop that shit bitch
Hands high
Drop that shit bitch
She got that ass
Damn, drop that shit bitch
Yeah, drop that, drop that shit bitch
To the floor bitch