Ain't No Love Here lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
[Intro]
[Hook:]
But I'm from where you get no love
Just a bunch of killers
There ain't no love here
Just a bunch of killers [x6]
[Verse 1:]
I'm blessed that hаνе to deal wіth emotions
When niggas act lіkе bitches thеу send em Lake Eerie floating
Thе hood I come frοm raised mе tο bе one οf thе сοldеѕt
I stay out the way get thіѕ paper these niggas vultures
I try tο stay thе realest nigga I can be at all times
Nothing уου саn tеll mе far аѕ I'm concerned they all lying
Everybody full οf shit ѕο I dο mу own thing
Keep mу circle tight niggas scheming I don't fuck with these lames
Long as I'm maintaining nigga I ain't complaining
I mаkе shit happen when it's fucked up I don't do no blaming
What's that gonna gеt me? Nothing
I'm trying to get me something
Helicopters flying cause niggas аrе dying from semis busting
Mу nigga Hulk told me gο in thе house at ten o'clock
He ѕау ain't nο future іn thе streets dog this shit is hot
Lot οf niggas don't advance in life because they dumb as fuck
Onlу one thing on they mind is coming up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Rіding down St. Clair
High as fuck I don't care
Floating through thе hood аt night
Crack thе window bless the air
Only puff the best in here
Take away the stress no fear
Niggas sure get mesѕed up here
AK Smith & Wesson yeah
Niggas learn thе lesson here
I'm wiser than the rest appear
I fuck wіth thеm professors here
Want O.G. gеt thе message see it
That's that type οf shit that be
On mу mind while I bе
Zoning rolling blowing trying to percept this reality
Ladies look аt mе lіkе I сουld take thеm tο thе fantasy
I take thе tο thе liquor store tеll thеm get some Hennessey
Then we to the crib see what she can do and all that
If she got a cold swag baby I'll call back
I don't trust these hoes they set you up fast jack
Niggas at your head thеу find уου where уουr stash at
Best thing to do is chunk a deuce when I roll through
And try to stay true cause that's what real niggas do
[Hook]
[Hook:]
But I'm from where you get no love
Just a bunch of killers
There ain't no love here
Just a bunch of killers [x6]
[Verse 1:]
I'm blessed that hаνе to deal wіth emotions
When niggas act lіkе bitches thеу send em Lake Eerie floating
Thе hood I come frοm raised mе tο bе one οf thе сοldеѕt
I stay out the way get thіѕ paper these niggas vultures
I try tο stay thе realest nigga I can be at all times
Nothing уου саn tеll mе far аѕ I'm concerned they all lying
Everybody full οf shit ѕο I dο mу own thing
Keep mу circle tight niggas scheming I don't fuck with these lames
Long as I'm maintaining nigga I ain't complaining
I mаkе shit happen when it's fucked up I don't do no blaming
What's that gonna gеt me? Nothing
I'm trying to get me something
Helicopters flying cause niggas аrе dying from semis busting
Mу nigga Hulk told me gο in thе house at ten o'clock
He ѕау ain't nο future іn thе streets dog this shit is hot
Lot οf niggas don't advance in life because they dumb as fuck
Onlу one thing on they mind is coming up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Rіding down St. Clair
High as fuck I don't care
Floating through thе hood аt night
Crack thе window bless the air
Only puff the best in here
Take away the stress no fear
Niggas sure get mesѕed up here
AK Smith & Wesson yeah
Niggas learn thе lesson here
I'm wiser than the rest appear
I fuck wіth thеm professors here
Want O.G. gеt thе message see it
That's that type οf shit that be
On mу mind while I bе
Zoning rolling blowing trying to percept this reality
Ladies look аt mе lіkе I сουld take thеm tο thе fantasy
I take thе tο thе liquor store tеll thеm get some Hennessey
Then we to the crib see what she can do and all that
If she got a cold swag baby I'll call back
I don't trust these hoes they set you up fast jack
Niggas at your head thеу find уου where уουr stash at
Best thing to do is chunk a deuce when I roll through
And try to stay true cause that's what real niggas do
[Hook]
Ask About Me lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (with Kid Cudi)
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Kid Cudi:]
Dawg it's the weirdo again, I packed my bags back up in the land
Hoes talk down and then shake your hand better believe me my nigga supply and demand
I walked that line I learned then ropes did my I prayed and hoped now I'm getting back
[?] hoes wanna date put no limit just twerkin' and movin'
I stick Pro when I get it in then I might dip fast
If you focused you might cash but not like rape so please fall back
Live your life don't focus on money
Hello girl you can call me the moon man up above
I fly fast anywhere nigga any giving time a couple lines homeboy
I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it
And I keep that wahoo fitted flow was gravy [?]
Back in high school hoes tried to diss me
Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing give me five minutes she all on my ding-a-ling
Can't live if you ain't about something can't talk if you live life frontin'
Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time
Another hand did so I took mine didn't have a watch so I took time
Format it now they gotta jock it
My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it now them same mother fuckers keep 501's
Then be bumpin' that slab bub
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I be on that-that monster shit
RAWR bitch, lot's of dick if hoes get to beggin' that front door shall be their consequence
Get up outta here bitch, cudi got some hoes comin' and when them hoes come all they talkin' cummin'
Turn pike hustler that'll be I
Pullin' up to your city pretty high
And it's all for the rent it's all for the fifth the money goes to the kush packs in the seeds
And the music I do it for the hoods and the kids and the baby mamas who be in the hood with the kids
Do shit for the money fuck a favor text the address I'll see you later
M.I.A that's where I'll be but for now I'm a g r I n d
Till a nigga caked up ain't worried bout shit
[?] time nigga better worry about shit [?] time nigga better worry bout [?] they gone be up in your ass
If you talkin' that shit to the wrong mother fucker from the jungle dog
Niggas out here come and hunt you down
Dogs still be wild with a mother fucker and them 15s be jumpin dog
[?] in the place, [?] on my face
Fresh scampy I'm loving that taste, [?] 12 hundred for the case
Me and Cudi headin' out what's good
You done feel off like we knew you would
Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the [?] and still be true to your hood
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Kid Cudi:]
Dawg it's the weirdo again, I packed my bags back up in the land
Hoes talk down and then shake your hand better believe me my nigga supply and demand
I walked that line I learned then ropes did my I prayed and hoped now I'm getting back
[?] hoes wanna date put no limit just twerkin' and movin'
I stick Pro when I get it in then I might dip fast
If you focused you might cash but not like rape so please fall back
Live your life don't focus on money
Hello girl you can call me the moon man up above
I fly fast anywhere nigga any giving time a couple lines homeboy
I ain't gotta rhyme so nice with it
And I keep that wahoo fitted flow was gravy [?]
Back in high school hoes tried to diss me
Now all I gotta do is sing for a pretty thing give me five minutes she all on my ding-a-ling
Can't live if you ain't about something can't talk if you live life frontin'
Boss life from invisible see a model then it's go time
Another hand did so I took mine didn't have a watch so I took time
Format it now they gotta jock it
My slim cut jeans haters try to knock it now them same mother fuckers keep 501's
Then be bumpin' that slab bub
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo, (yeah)
Ask about me
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I be on that-that monster shit
RAWR bitch, lot's of dick if hoes get to beggin' that front door shall be their consequence
Get up outta here bitch, cudi got some hoes comin' and when them hoes come all they talkin' cummin'
Turn pike hustler that'll be I
Pullin' up to your city pretty high
And it's all for the rent it's all for the fifth the money goes to the kush packs in the seeds
And the music I do it for the hoods and the kids and the baby mamas who be in the hood with the kids
Do shit for the money fuck a favor text the address I'll see you later
M.I.A that's where I'll be but for now I'm a g r I n d
Till a nigga caked up ain't worried bout shit
[?] time nigga better worry about shit [?] time nigga better worry bout [?] they gone be up in your ass
If you talkin' that shit to the wrong mother fucker from the jungle dog
Niggas out here come and hunt you down
Dogs still be wild with a mother fucker and them 15s be jumpin dog
[?] in the place, [?] on my face
Fresh scampy I'm loving that taste, [?] 12 hundred for the case
Me and Cudi headin' out what's good
You done feel off like we knew you would
Now I can show you how to be a real nigga be the [?] and still be true to your hood
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me
Rollin' puffin' indo, roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip tha rip and kiddo
Rollin' puffin' indo, Roll up all my windows
Wildin' with my kinfolk, for real tho'
Aye it's just chip tha rip and kiddo
It's just chip the rip and kiddo
Ask about me
I Don't Give A Fuck lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck [x4]
(I Don't Give A Fuck)
[Verse 1:]
Yea we be cappin, 3s on my cutty
What it doski, What's happenin
I'm a count jacksons, benjamins, and grants
I swung on these 5s and they heard me on Loraine
Now I don't give a fuck, bitch I never did
Call me Glove Jones I don't worry about a kid
Ya I can rap that's why they call me the ripper
But I'm a keep it simple so you understand it quicker
(I Don't give a fuck), and bitch I never will
Record labels need me I don't need a deal
Nigga I got skill
Can't take it from me
Plus I'm from Cleveland we get money
Ya'll niggas funny
So I'm a stay laughin
Long as I'm makin money I'm a stay cappin
Ridin up the ave with my doors popped up
Screamin out I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
[Chorus:]
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(Go slow loud and bangin the ground is shakin)
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(plus I'm from Cleveland, we get money)
(I Don't Give A Fuck)
[Verse 2:]
Cappin on the Clair
Doors go out, Nope pop em in the air
Got a rouger and a 9 holstered on my hip
2 guns in the air when I ghost ride the whip
Ya'll already know, I'm a Nextel star
Ringtones louder than the speakers in ya car
If you ain't goin live what you came for
Bitch I'm from the Slab Set that mouth out hoe
(I don't give a fuck)
And that's what it is
That's my damn motto I"ma teach it to my kids
Screens in my smug I got money so fuck it
Cd player flip down I ain't gotta touch it
I ain't gotta tell you bout my doors in my trunk
I'm a SLAB boy everywhere I go I dunk
[?] Punk leave the hardest boys stuck
I try to tell em, I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck [x4]
(I Don't Give A Fuck)
[Verse 1:]
Yea we be cappin, 3s on my cutty
What it doski, What's happenin
I'm a count jacksons, benjamins, and grants
I swung on these 5s and they heard me on Loraine
Now I don't give a fuck, bitch I never did
Call me Glove Jones I don't worry about a kid
Ya I can rap that's why they call me the ripper
But I'm a keep it simple so you understand it quicker
(I Don't give a fuck), and bitch I never will
Record labels need me I don't need a deal
Nigga I got skill
Can't take it from me
Plus I'm from Cleveland we get money
Ya'll niggas funny
So I'm a stay laughin
Long as I'm makin money I'm a stay cappin
Ridin up the ave with my doors popped up
Screamin out I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
[Chorus:]
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(Go slow loud and bangin the ground is shakin)
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
I Don't Give A Fuck
Hoppin Out the Yukon truck
(plus I'm from Cleveland, we get money)
(I Don't Give A Fuck)
[Verse 2:]
Cappin on the Clair
Doors go out, Nope pop em in the air
Got a rouger and a 9 holstered on my hip
2 guns in the air when I ghost ride the whip
Ya'll already know, I'm a Nextel star
Ringtones louder than the speakers in ya car
If you ain't goin live what you came for
Bitch I'm from the Slab Set that mouth out hoe
(I don't give a fuck)
And that's what it is
That's my damn motto I"ma teach it to my kids
Screens in my smug I got money so fuck it
Cd player flip down I ain't gotta touch it
I ain't gotta tell you bout my doors in my trunk
I'm a SLAB boy everywhere I go I dunk
[?] Punk leave the hardest boys stuck
I try to tell em, I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Interior Crocodile Alligator lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Chip tha ripper
S.L.A.B.
Now baby I'm Tha Rippeeerrrrrr your baby daddy's worst nightmare
Catch me by the Clair I'll be right there
Niggas copy everything we say
Louis frames, eyes lower than my GPA
Ridin and Swirvin, kush I'm blowin
Doors wide, my trunk bump like eddie road
I don't cake hoes I never tip tha stripper
I'm rich bitch, but you can call me cheap tha ripper
Shell toes? Yes
P.R.P.S There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Polo fresh, I am z' man
I be slam dunkin tanqueray shots with Lebron
I told niggas keep it Carmello ok?
Rolled past dave's told them hello, inhale
Me and Cash on somthin' holy on 23's hoe
Back windows say MAMA MEL BICHO
Skateboarders grind, I grind too
That's why you can catch me in DC shoes
I quit the team, but believe I'm ballin'
Want a verse put up a stack or quit callin'
30's on my Chevorlete call me supa dupa
Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta
Rivera sittin on the Bulls best hoopa
Ya'll still ridin 20's? ya'll some oompa loompas
Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior
My 415's woke up thee neighbors
Interior croc-a-dile alli-ga-tor
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater
S.L.A.B.
Now baby I'm Tha Rippeeerrrrrr your baby daddy's worst nightmare
Catch me by the Clair I'll be right there
Niggas copy everything we say
Louis frames, eyes lower than my GPA
Ridin and Swirvin, kush I'm blowin
Doors wide, my trunk bump like eddie road
I don't cake hoes I never tip tha stripper
I'm rich bitch, but you can call me cheap tha ripper
Shell toes? Yes
P.R.P.S There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest
Polo fresh, I am z' man
I be slam dunkin tanqueray shots with Lebron
I told niggas keep it Carmello ok?
Rolled past dave's told them hello, inhale
Me and Cash on somthin' holy on 23's hoe
Back windows say MAMA MEL BICHO
Skateboarders grind, I grind too
That's why you can catch me in DC shoes
I quit the team, but believe I'm ballin'
Want a verse put up a stack or quit callin'
30's on my Chevorlete call me supa dupa
Garage like roots I got more whips than Kunta
Rivera sittin on the Bulls best hoopa
Ya'll still ridin 20's? ya'll some oompa loompas
Doors swang on niggas that got bad behavior
My 415's woke up thee neighbors
Interior croc-a-dile alli-ga-tor
I drive a Chevrolet movie theater
Kappin' On 4's lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Slab up...
Chip the ripper
[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x4]
[Verse:]
I b swagin n b swervin
My doors doin tricks
Ya already kno wut slab in dis bitch
I'm a stack chips ya dats my damn name
Pull up slow pull out doe
U broke? dats a damn shame
I b kappin on dez hoes got diamonds in my mouth
Kappin on mtv cribs gotta baseball field in my damn house
I pull out my strap leave these niggas asked out
Pulled out my dang-a-lang made your sister pass out
C me swervin thru your hood I don't give a fuck
Wut time does the movie start got 80 inch screen in my tahoe truck
I'm all about a buck?
Gettin paid but I ain't change still backin?
Ridin on 4 fast wheels 28 inches hold up listen
Stop n scoop up hoes
When they get in I charge admission
Check my 77 cuttys
Screens fallin paint drippin
My inside big enough 2 hav a livin room n kitchen
I pull up swang now all 4's complain
Cause my trunk got enough bang 2 make they oxygen tanks drain
Chip dats my name
Doors I'm a swang em
Niggaz b hatin I ain't gonna shoot I'm a get sum barb wire n hang em
4 15's in the back of my 87 grand pre
Screens on glow wen I pull up slow dez niggaz can stand me
Let my trunk bang
Drop top kelly ain't got no lid
Roll thru the park swung on all the kids
Hold up hold up stop the beat
Let me sip my drank
Wen I run outta goose I'm a get out my car & lick my paint
Doors do tha fool
My rimes stop n go
Call up sum gold digga hoes wen they get 2 my house I'm a lock my door BITCH!
Yes I'm from the slab
Yes I get that cash
No I'm not in love with a stipper sho me them breast & bounce that ass HOE!
Kappin is a habit
I'm not tryna break hoe
Let my screens fall on?
Bitch I stay throwed
Bitch I make doe
I don't spit no god damn game
Hoes fuck wen I say so
Wut u mean fuckin hater... I want u 2 hate me
Cause as long as I got haters I kno I dat I make cheese
[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x8]
Chip the ripper
[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x4]
[Verse:]
I b swagin n b swervin
My doors doin tricks
Ya already kno wut slab in dis bitch
I'm a stack chips ya dats my damn name
Pull up slow pull out doe
U broke? dats a damn shame
I b kappin on dez hoes got diamonds in my mouth
Kappin on mtv cribs gotta baseball field in my damn house
I pull out my strap leave these niggas asked out
Pulled out my dang-a-lang made your sister pass out
C me swervin thru your hood I don't give a fuck
Wut time does the movie start got 80 inch screen in my tahoe truck
I'm all about a buck?
Gettin paid but I ain't change still backin?
Ridin on 4 fast wheels 28 inches hold up listen
Stop n scoop up hoes
When they get in I charge admission
Check my 77 cuttys
Screens fallin paint drippin
My inside big enough 2 hav a livin room n kitchen
I pull up swang now all 4's complain
Cause my trunk got enough bang 2 make they oxygen tanks drain
Chip dats my name
Doors I'm a swang em
Niggaz b hatin I ain't gonna shoot I'm a get sum barb wire n hang em
4 15's in the back of my 87 grand pre
Screens on glow wen I pull up slow dez niggaz can stand me
Let my trunk bang
Drop top kelly ain't got no lid
Roll thru the park swung on all the kids
Hold up hold up stop the beat
Let me sip my drank
Wen I run outta goose I'm a get out my car & lick my paint
Doors do tha fool
My rimes stop n go
Call up sum gold digga hoes wen they get 2 my house I'm a lock my door BITCH!
Yes I'm from the slab
Yes I get that cash
No I'm not in love with a stipper sho me them breast & bounce that ass HOE!
Kappin is a habit
I'm not tryna break hoe
Let my screens fall on?
Bitch I stay throwed
Bitch I make doe
I don't spit no god damn game
Hoes fuck wen I say so
Wut u mean fuckin hater... I want u 2 hate me
Cause as long as I got haters I kno I dat I make cheese
[Chorus:]
We kappin (we kappin) on 4's (on 4's) [x8]
Keep It So Real lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Me and my nigga be up in this thang
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real don't like that shit
God damn, god, god damn
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
God damn, god damn my fam
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
[x2]
Me and my nigga be up in this thang
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real
God damn, god, god damn
God damn, god damn my fam
[x2]
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real don't like that shit
God damn, god, god damn
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
God damn, god damn my fam
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don't
like that shit
Keep it so real don’t
like that shit
[x2]
Me and my nigga be up in this thang
Best believe these nuts gonna hang
Take it to the left see the cold young thang
With the ass too fat and the pink to the rang
Hoping that and she’ll know what to do
Just gotta chose me cause a nigga won’t choose
And you see a nigga hard you know I want you
Now we up in the mall, do you like those shoes
What about that Louie, do you like that too?
Met a bunch of friends invite them too
And we’ll do everything that you might wanna do
Everything that you probably wanna do
Now we up in the crib with the lean and the weed
Everybody DTF indeed,
Gotta be the fliest nigga
That you ever seen
Promise I can’t give you everything that you need
But I won’t give you everything that you want
Wish you give me head when i blaze the blunt
Wish you let me hit it any way that you want
We up in the lex with the bang in the trunk
If a nigga run the bars and I’m blazing them up
5 to the ghetto, ladies fuck
Cause the codeine spilling all out the cup
Everybody know nigga, I don't give a fuck
Chevy in the purp with the sprite and the ice
Wassup bitch right you might see me twice
She don't love me she love my life
She don't love me she love my life
Damn she hella cold, nigga head is so tight
excuse my fresh, be polite do my best
Keep it so real don't like that shit
Keep it so real
God damn, god, god damn
God damn, god damn my fam
[x2]
OHIO lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Bitch I'm from Cleveland
We're from Ohio
We're from Ohio
O-H
Ya, this your boy Fat Al
Ohio
Ohio
Cleveland Stand up!
[Chorus:]
I said hello world, how you doin this evening (Ohio, Ohio)
My name is Fat AL and yes I'm from Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland (Ohio, Ohio)
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
[Verse 1:]
It's the Fat AL
Ya the boy is bad
Money on my mind so I'm thinkin bout them stacks
Ya I'm on my grind so it's all about these tracks
I make hits for a livin my nigga and that's a fact
I'm from the city of the INdians, Cavaliers and Browns
But don't get it twisted my nigga we gets down
Mistake on the lake, ya right don't get drowned
Tryna front on fat al get your whole
Bring it back for the ogs that know me
Down on the block sell O-Zs
Cookin them chicken with the ol grease
Diamonds all in they gold piece
Ol school lac with the gold Ds
Kids stay up they don't go to sleep
Never be alone when you know it's beef
Open pitt that's where I eat
I'm from the Clair where they blow cheese
24s on Grand Prixs
Drop the top just to feel the breeze
Brand new Range no lease
All the girlies do my dance
50, 000, it's in my pants
I can do that
Cause I'm the man
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Don't hate, on my city
I'm from O-H
I roll with some Gs
And we don't play
The royal camp
And we gutta gutta gutta gutta
Complain that's all ya'll do
Man ya'll so lame
Ya'll can't mess with Al
Man ya'll no names
They tell me I'm the best so much they stutta stutta stutta stutta
I got girls in Toledo tryna find me like Nemo
They prolly only like me cause the flow is crack like Primo
Or maybe cause the diamonds got em so sick like Neyo
We can start a trio, I'm a best like Debo
I got a bad one in Canton, She a Leo
One up in Akron, she ain't know how to act man
I'm in and out these girls room, just like batman
Scratch that, bring it back, call me the Fat man
[Chorus]
Ohio, Ohio
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run...
We're from Ohio
We're from Ohio
O-H
Ya, this your boy Fat Al
Ohio
Ohio
Cleveland Stand up!
[Chorus:]
I said hello world, how you doin this evening (Ohio, Ohio)
My name is Fat AL and yes I'm from Cleveland
Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland Cleveland (Ohio, Ohio)
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
[Verse 1:]
It's the Fat AL
Ya the boy is bad
Money on my mind so I'm thinkin bout them stacks
Ya I'm on my grind so it's all about these tracks
I make hits for a livin my nigga and that's a fact
I'm from the city of the INdians, Cavaliers and Browns
But don't get it twisted my nigga we gets down
Mistake on the lake, ya right don't get drowned
Tryna front on fat al get your whole
Bring it back for the ogs that know me
Down on the block sell O-Zs
Cookin them chicken with the ol grease
Diamonds all in they gold piece
Ol school lac with the gold Ds
Kids stay up they don't go to sleep
Never be alone when you know it's beef
Open pitt that's where I eat
I'm from the Clair where they blow cheese
24s on Grand Prixs
Drop the top just to feel the breeze
Brand new Range no lease
All the girlies do my dance
50, 000, it's in my pants
I can do that
Cause I'm the man
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Don't hate, on my city
I'm from O-H
I roll with some Gs
And we don't play
The royal camp
And we gutta gutta gutta gutta
Complain that's all ya'll do
Man ya'll so lame
Ya'll can't mess with Al
Man ya'll no names
They tell me I'm the best so much they stutta stutta stutta stutta
I got girls in Toledo tryna find me like Nemo
They prolly only like me cause the flow is crack like Primo
Or maybe cause the diamonds got em so sick like Neyo
We can start a trio, I'm a best like Debo
I got a bad one in Canton, She a Leo
One up in Akron, she ain't know how to act man
I'm in and out these girls room, just like batman
Scratch that, bring it back, call me the Fat man
[Chorus]
Ohio, Ohio
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run...
Pocket Full Of Cheese lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper (feat. Akon)
[Akon:]
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Ay we gon do it like dis
Nawl we gon do it like dis
Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish)
Nope I'on got stacks on deck
Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck
N the middle of the club with my hands n da er
N da vip coo with all da hoes down sters
I'on make bank rolls I roll banks
N my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks
I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck
Wen I ride thru ya city an I pick up bucks yup yup
I keep everything chill ova here
I'm not chip tha rip I'm chip tha fridgerear (bbuurr)
Yea I'm da coldest with da flow
Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road (yea)
Wen I'm n da club take a look at me
You can see da money n me I'm a certified G
TELL'EM AKON
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I'on be on ganster shit (WHY)
Cause niggaz ain't really gansters yet
I'm runnin where I stay yea dats clear
Where da pussy boyz at call me mr. cashmeier
Niggaz think day all big an strong out here
Naw dats da alcohol had one to many beers
Soon as ya sober up tough man scared
Den wen I pull out tha pump tough man disappear
Niggaz is insacure naw not me doe
I sing ta da money call me bobby valetino
All I wanna do is see my first huned grand
I'm not a business man I'm a BUSINESS MAN
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Call me da fuckin whip
I make a fuckin grip
I take deez hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip
I get dat money baby I'on need no wallet
Shhit my money barely fit n side of my little pockets
My shades skin an pradas
I fuckin thin an got us
You put up a shot an I will block it call me BEN WALLACE
My jeans scream yea I walk around with a bundle
You see my candy whip drippin n jolly rancha puddles (yea)
I call my nigga shh fa da high dro
Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do'
I do wat I does I does wat I do
Call me grenade man man curplunk I blew
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Ay we gon do it like dis
Nawl we gon do it like dis
Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish)
Nope I'on got stacks on deck
Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck
N the middle of the club with my hands n da er
N da vip coo with all da hoes down sters
I'on make bank rolls I roll banks
N my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks
I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck
Wen I ride thru ya city an I pick up bucks yup yup
I keep everything chill ova here
I'm not chip tha rip I'm chip tha fridgerear (bbuurr)
Yea I'm da coldest with da flow
Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road (yea)
Wen I'm n da club take a look at me
You can see da money n me I'm a certified G
TELL'EM AKON
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
I'on be on ganster shit (WHY)
Cause niggaz ain't really gansters yet
I'm runnin where I stay yea dats clear
Where da pussy boyz at call me mr. cashmeier
Niggaz think day all big an strong out here
Naw dats da alcohol had one to many beers
Soon as ya sober up tough man scared
Den wen I pull out tha pump tough man disappear
Niggaz is insacure naw not me doe
I sing ta da money call me bobby valetino
All I wanna do is see my first huned grand
I'm not a business man I'm a BUSINESS MAN
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
[Chip Tha Ripper:]
Call me da fuckin whip
I make a fuckin grip
I take deez hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip
I get dat money baby I'on need no wallet
Shhit my money barely fit n side of my little pockets
My shades skin an pradas
I fuckin thin an got us
You put up a shot an I will block it call me BEN WALLACE
My jeans scream yea I walk around with a bundle
You see my candy whip drippin n jolly rancha puddles (yea)
I call my nigga shh fa da high dro
Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do'
I do wat I does I does wat I do
Call me grenade man man curplunk I blew
[Akon:]
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
So throw yo hands n da sky nigga
If you a hustler ride n do a die nigga
Gettin dat money flippin pies nigga
An keep a big booty chick on da side nigga
Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY)
And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's (HOL' UP)
Roll That Weed Bitch (Make It Rain Freestyle) lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
[Hook: Chip Tha Ripper]
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
[Verse: Chip Tha Ripper]
(Roll it, bitch, Roll it)
Just copped me a o.z
With your bitch and she all nosey
She askin' to many questions
I told her we bout to blow trees
Than after that she gone blow me
Than I'm just gone smoke some mo' tree
Leave the dressing room smokey
Wear all black cause I'm low-key
Keep the.40 cal. on me
No nigga I'm not ya homie
These rappers is some jabronis
Some actors, a bunch of phonies
Slap the shit out you homie
Act like you got some sense
You nigga's try to play tough on them songs but I'm not convinced
My Cleveland niggas some killas
No fighting we want ya soul
No fussin', cussin', no talkin'
Just pop and you hit the do'
Than break that bitch of the hendges
And than you hit the flo'
You nigga's ain't on my level
You never got to my flow
Yo elevator don't make it
This how it be cause you's a ho
That lemon g in my 'rillo
The coldest and you should know, and
Baby girl say she want to hang with the crew
I say "Bring a zip bitch and make sure you wanna screw"
[Hook: Chip Tha Ripper]
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll my fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed biaatch!
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
[Verse: Chip Tha Ripper]
(Roll it, bitch, Roll it)
Just copped me a o.z
With your bitch and she all nosey
She askin' to many questions
I told her we bout to blow trees
Than after that she gone blow me
Than I'm just gone smoke some mo' tree
Leave the dressing room smokey
Wear all black cause I'm low-key
Keep the.40 cal. on me
No nigga I'm not ya homie
These rappers is some jabronis
Some actors, a bunch of phonies
Slap the shit out you homie
Act like you got some sense
You nigga's try to play tough on them songs but I'm not convinced
My Cleveland niggas some killas
No fighting we want ya soul
No fussin', cussin', no talkin'
Just pop and you hit the do'
Than break that bitch of the hendges
And than you hit the flo'
You nigga's ain't on my level
You never got to my flow
Yo elevator don't make it
This how it be cause you's a ho
That lemon g in my 'rillo
The coldest and you should know, and
Baby girl say she want to hang with the crew
I say "Bring a zip bitch and make sure you wanna screw"
[Hook: Chip Tha Ripper]
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch (bitch)
Roll that weed bitch
Roll my fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed biaatch!
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that fucking weed bitch
Roll that weed bitch
Roll that roll that weed bitch
Run My City lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
[Verse 1:]
I'm a wreckin' cappin' money stackin'
Pistol packin' son of a bitch
I'm throwed- (yeah) -I'm so throwed in the club
And I got my gun in this bitch
Niggas be hatin', talkin' shit
I don't get mad or throw no fits
I'm a let my gun to like the tip of my dick
Everytime I'm with your bitch
Blastoff, Ka-boom!
Barbeque sauce all over the street
Pieces of you everywhere
You almost as famous as me
Yeah I know you like my whip
But leave it at cause I ain't no punk
Got a diamond in the back and a sunroof top
Every time I cock my Glock I dunk
Roll forty-five in the shotgun pump
Blow out your God damn socks, nigga
I don't give a fuck you ain't heard about me
I'm a motherfuckin' ox, nigga
Flyer than a motherfucker hoes come and get me
I stepped out in my gator boots
And Crocodile Dundee tried to trip me
I don't play with these haters
I let them off until they empty
I bring Kibbles N Bits to the hood
So tell them big boys come and sick me
All it takes is one pound to the crown
And you lost
No matter what game you playin'
You can't beat the boss
[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
[Verse 2:]
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
Hundred dollars bills are worth
A lot more than your head
What you wanna do?
I got money in the bank
Try to play battleship with Chip tha Rip
Your ship will sank
I sip purple drank
I roll purple dank
Twenty-eights on the hummer truck can make it look like army tank
Hold up-hold up stop-hold up stop my mind is blank
That hydro got my mind blown I can't think
Now are them twenty-eights on that little Chevrolet
Or am I trippin'?
My car sits up too high
How the hell are we gonna get in?
If it wasn't twenty-fours and up
Then it wasn't Chip then
Doors go out or up up up in the air
I lift them
The wood in the middle of the Christmas Tree
Is what-is what I'm grippin'
Clear finger nail polish
Is what my car got dipped in
Nuts colored golden brown
So I'm sittin in chicken
The outside of my whip is the color of tea
So I'm sittin' in Lipton
[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
[Verse 1:]
I'm a wreckin' cappin' money stackin'
Pistol packin' son of a bitch
I'm throwed- (yeah) -I'm so throwed in the club
And I got my gun in this bitch
Niggas be hatin', talkin' shit
I don't get mad or throw no fits
I'm a let my gun to like the tip of my dick
Everytime I'm with your bitch
Blastoff, Ka-boom!
Barbeque sauce all over the street
Pieces of you everywhere
You almost as famous as me
Yeah I know you like my whip
But leave it at cause I ain't no punk
Got a diamond in the back and a sunroof top
Every time I cock my Glock I dunk
Roll forty-five in the shotgun pump
Blow out your God damn socks, nigga
I don't give a fuck you ain't heard about me
I'm a motherfuckin' ox, nigga
Flyer than a motherfucker hoes come and get me
I stepped out in my gator boots
And Crocodile Dundee tried to trip me
I don't play with these haters
I let them off until they empty
I bring Kibbles N Bits to the hood
So tell them big boys come and sick me
All it takes is one pound to the crown
And you lost
No matter what game you playin'
You can't beat the boss
[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
[Verse 2:]
I'm a get my dough
I'm a get my bread
Hundred dollars bills are worth
A lot more than your head
What you wanna do?
I got money in the bank
Try to play battleship with Chip tha Rip
Your ship will sank
I sip purple drank
I roll purple dank
Twenty-eights on the hummer truck can make it look like army tank
Hold up-hold up stop-hold up stop my mind is blank
That hydro got my mind blown I can't think
Now are them twenty-eights on that little Chevrolet
Or am I trippin'?
My car sits up too high
How the hell are we gonna get in?
If it wasn't twenty-fours and up
Then it wasn't Chip then
Doors go out or up up up in the air
I lift them
The wood in the middle of the Christmas Tree
Is what-is what I'm grippin'
Clear finger nail polish
Is what my car got dipped in
Nuts colored golden brown
So I'm sittin in chicken
The outside of my whip is the color of tea
So I'm sittin' in Lipton
[Hook:]
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Ain't no-ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I run my city daddy
I'm the man where I live
Tell them what my name is
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Chip tha Ripper, Chip-Chip tha Ripper
Sexy Ass lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
D-J E-V
Wonder what type of SLAB nigga would I be
If I wasn't in V-I-P
With Ace of Spades and Rossi and about 20 hoes for the posse
And the bartender, she got me
Just cause she like my song,
Her and the other fine ass bartender go nuts everytime Get It Girl come on
Now girl, come on
We can go to a place that you never been
You can bring a couple friends,
They can bring a couple friends
Hope ya'll got some fuckin ends (money)
I'm not down for sponsorin
I just donate dick if I hit it from the back, it'll fix your posture
And make ya ass a little fatter when you got them jeans on
She's a very freaky girl, that should be her theme song
I will never cuff you boo,
That some shit that suckers do
I swear if you wasn't the coldest all around, I wouldn't fuck with you
[Chorus:]
Hey boo, I be on the grind, all the time
Ain't no handouts, so I gots to go and take mine
The whole city ready you the only one frownin
Girl I'm a hold you down, with your lil sexy ass
Your sexy ass [x8]
(With your) globe trottin
Hoes jockin
When I touch down n let em in
Girl if your team don't got good D then they will never win
So I'll just put my helmet on when it's gametime
Or when you pitch it, I'll make sure to swing my St Clair slugga
When niggas see you in the whip they gon say "I hate that nigga"
It be so funny when a nigga be mad
Cause he can't do it betta
Then a fly young nigga with a buzz so crazy
Hustle the corners, never been lazy
Money over you, nigga never could play me
So it's FUCK YOU PAY US
SLAB ENT., we made us
My connects is dangerous
Girl I can make you fa-mous
But for now just chill
Until I get my paper, girl
Or you can be my secretary, we can take the world
[Chorus]
Wonder what type of SLAB nigga would I be
If I wasn't in V-I-P
With Ace of Spades and Rossi and about 20 hoes for the posse
And the bartender, she got me
Just cause she like my song,
Her and the other fine ass bartender go nuts everytime Get It Girl come on
Now girl, come on
We can go to a place that you never been
You can bring a couple friends,
They can bring a couple friends
Hope ya'll got some fuckin ends (money)
I'm not down for sponsorin
I just donate dick if I hit it from the back, it'll fix your posture
And make ya ass a little fatter when you got them jeans on
She's a very freaky girl, that should be her theme song
I will never cuff you boo,
That some shit that suckers do
I swear if you wasn't the coldest all around, I wouldn't fuck with you
[Chorus:]
Hey boo, I be on the grind, all the time
Ain't no handouts, so I gots to go and take mine
The whole city ready you the only one frownin
Girl I'm a hold you down, with your lil sexy ass
Your sexy ass [x8]
(With your) globe trottin
Hoes jockin
When I touch down n let em in
Girl if your team don't got good D then they will never win
So I'll just put my helmet on when it's gametime
Or when you pitch it, I'll make sure to swing my St Clair slugga
When niggas see you in the whip they gon say "I hate that nigga"
It be so funny when a nigga be mad
Cause he can't do it betta
Then a fly young nigga with a buzz so crazy
Hustle the corners, never been lazy
Money over you, nigga never could play me
So it's FUCK YOU PAY US
SLAB ENT., we made us
My connects is dangerous
Girl I can make you fa-mous
But for now just chill
Until I get my paper, girl
Or you can be my secretary, we can take the world
[Chorus]
The Truth lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
[Hook:]
"All I'm offering is the truth"
[Verse 1:]
Every man for himself
On my own, I don't need no help
Shout-out to all those who showed me love
Shout-out to all you hoes who hate on us
You see me throw two fingers up, we up in here
Free my nigga Stakes, feel like he got a hundred years
Fluoride in our tap water
That's what Hitler used to keep the Jews dumber
Real talk: you can look it up
Look how long we had Google, niggas still dumb as fuck
Look around, we the freshest niggas here
I wish a lot of niggas disappeared...
I'm from Cleveland, ain't no bitches here
And if it is, I bet they won't survive through the year
Everthing you made the last two years, I made this month
And if you ask me, I ain't ballin - I'm still coming up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pray to God I never have to let this 40 bust mane
I don't give a fuck cause they don't give a fuck about us, mane
I'm a let my nuts hang, won't pull up in no Mustang
I pull up in the look at that, damn, what the fuck, mane
He gonna get his chump change until his shit add up
My nigga suffered like 20 years of bad luck
But, some things happen for a reason
Like when I'm with your bitch at the 4 Seasons
Fuck the law, I'm still standing strong
Just because it's illegal don't mean it's wrong
Shout out to every hood
And them colors where I'm from, we bang for our hood
St Clair in this bitch, ho
Hope you copy that or Roger that or 10-4
Don't let a Cleveland nigga ever feel disrespected
Kill the messenger to send a message
"All I'm offering is the truth"
[Verse 1:]
Every man for himself
On my own, I don't need no help
Shout-out to all those who showed me love
Shout-out to all you hoes who hate on us
You see me throw two fingers up, we up in here
Free my nigga Stakes, feel like he got a hundred years
Fluoride in our tap water
That's what Hitler used to keep the Jews dumber
Real talk: you can look it up
Look how long we had Google, niggas still dumb as fuck
Look around, we the freshest niggas here
I wish a lot of niggas disappeared...
I'm from Cleveland, ain't no bitches here
And if it is, I bet they won't survive through the year
Everthing you made the last two years, I made this month
And if you ask me, I ain't ballin - I'm still coming up...
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pray to God I never have to let this 40 bust mane
I don't give a fuck cause they don't give a fuck about us, mane
I'm a let my nuts hang, won't pull up in no Mustang
I pull up in the look at that, damn, what the fuck, mane
He gonna get his chump change until his shit add up
My nigga suffered like 20 years of bad luck
But, some things happen for a reason
Like when I'm with your bitch at the 4 Seasons
Fuck the law, I'm still standing strong
Just because it's illegal don't mean it's wrong
Shout out to every hood
And them colors where I'm from, we bang for our hood
St Clair in this bitch, ho
Hope you copy that or Roger that or 10-4
Don't let a Cleveland nigga ever feel disrespected
Kill the messenger to send a message
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