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TAKE YOUR TURN lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
I ain't left the house all day
I ain't left the house all day
I ain't left the house all day
It's a lot of shit going on where I stay
I'm with my day one nigga, there can't be no other way
Either you with us or you standing in our way
I'm dead serious and I ain't come to play
Her head serious, I told her she could stay
Don't get too curious, 'cause I'ma let it spray
If I get furious, it won't be a good day
I'm walking around in this world on my own
I'm in the living room talking on the phone
Let's put a play together, maybe we can earn
Don't wait your turn, take your turn
Don't wait your turn, take your turn
Don't wait your turn, take your turn
Don't wait your turn, take your turn
Growing up in Cleveland on the east side
That we don't fuck with the police side
The only time we get some peace is from a peace sign
I fought this nigga twice and whooped his ass each time
Don't let your enemy teach your kid, 'cause I'ma teach mine
I done found out the whole fucking world lying
Yeah, the news lying, the school lying, NASA lying, your pastor lying
They try to tell me I'm from Africa, that's asinine
They just don't want me to know this whole land mass is mine
The Gullah Wars, Montezuma, let's go back in time
I'm fucked up on this weed and liquor, but I'm acting fine
I ain't left the house all day
It's a lot of shit going on where I stay
I'm with my day one nigga, there can't be no other way
Either you with us or you standing in our way
Her head serious and I ain't come to play
Her head serious, I told her she could stay
Don't get too curious, 'cause I'ma let it spray
If I get furious, it won't be a good day
I'm walking around in this world on my own
I'm in the living room talking on the phone
Let's put a play together, maybe we can earn
Don't wait your turn, take your turn
FAT RAPS 4 lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper, Larry June, Denzel Curry & mgk
Pull it up to the hand car wash like Bam
Got my windows tinted they still know who I am
I'm the only one who got a truck like this truck and this chuck
Got spotted by a chick who got a big butt we flicked up
Bitch, I need some big bucks and then I need some more bucks
My son needs some Robux. I never gave a ho bucks.
I got a lot of businesses, companies established on fatality
Finish him, don't fuck with us, we savages
Who the fuck you think you is?
Parkin', takin' up two spots, I hop up on my truck
And give him the finger just like Tupac
Then slide in the mall with some fetty, with some token
Swipin' on my card until that bitch start smokin'
Swipin' credit card until that bitch get to meltin'
Landed back in Cleveland, then slid right back to the Hilton
She told me not to cut the AC on, cause she anemic
I said, no bae, I'm finna heat it up and start beatin' it
Taxing it back taxing it whole thundering. I'm wondering
The same thing Willow Smith, wondering who ate all of the pussy
I'm not a porn star, but they don't push me, huh
Too many bitches man I'm getting photogenic if
I touch a fuck nig and I gotta see a clinic yeah she
Sucking dick for some brand new linen when I put
It in her mouth she starts talking like Russell Simmons
New yoga positions because I can stroke it for hours
Some addicted to hero off Moto figurines every time that
I spend my pockets Hella deep that it came with insulin
Pins. Now everybody wanna know what I make I'm straight
Out of Miami so I came with the base they like the diamond
Cuts I like the gold in my face I like women punctual with ass running late
Cuz Zel got 304s in the 305 screaming 303 yea they love to het hy
And they wanna know what happens when these two comets
Collide bitch I'm marbly obese, when these fat rap slide
Man, I keep this shit a hundred piece, gold in all my cutlery
Bitch, you can't just come to me, everything I do a G
Everything I do a thousand, Saint Laurent my bath towels
In and out that bag now, butter on my crab now
5 G's for handgun, need that nigga hand, son
Hit a trap with a And1, score for a brick, nigga and some
This shit gotta pay for it, tell a bitch I ain't waitin' for it
Tell a bitch I ain't made for it, hit a bitch with a yes, Lord
Ducked off with Chip tha RiP., got boss, I bought a whip
She facked off, I ain't really trippin' these hoes know I
Be thinking bigger these hoes know I'll be activated
Creeped up in the coolest whip machine wop with a cooling kit
Hold on I ain't new to this, hold on bitch who this, new
Wrist like who this, new bitch like who this I can't lie. I'm too legit.
Got no problem moving it. I got clientele thousand of them
On the Digi scale ay ay ay sock it to me. From Frisco to Cleveland
The check cleared. I'm cheesy my chinchilla keep three of them
Like Adidas. I got shoes with Adidas off iTunes millions.
Condos got buildings got cake like Matilda
DON'T ASK ME FOR NO MONEY lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
We can show up anywhere have anything
So much money on us it ain't fair grab anything
If you like it tell them ring it up
Live it up, this ain't nothing, bae, don't
Mention it Don't bring it up, unless we at dinner with
Your homegirls And caviar, we livin' in our own world
The baddest car in the front of the restaurant with the valet
Diamonds doin' a line dance, diamonds doin' ballet
You can have it all when you with me, baby
When you with me, just don't ask me for no
Money You can have the world when you with me, baby
Literally, just don't ask me for no money
I like your smile, that body wild, you should
Stay a while, but don't ask me
I like your smile, that body wow, you should
Stay a while, but don't ask me
I'm really hopin' that she don't ask for
No money cuz she's smart, she gorgeous, she talented
And funny I'm really hopin' that she don't ask for no
Money cuz I'm fuckin' with her, really, she might
Be the one for me I'm really hopin' that she don't ask for
No money When it's time to give to me, hope she
Don't think I'm no dummy I'm hopin' that she don't ask for no money
We got plenty money damn but babe don't make it awkward
For me. Let me bless you. Notice me notice you we know that
We know the truth we're floating. We're on the roof.
Don't fuck up the vibe up. I'm a survivor. You're a survivor. Your
Booty a mindfuck. here's a new construct. Don't worry about
Anything, complain about anything because I can see everything
I see what you need and I can see what you don't need, but
Don't try to shake me down because baby that don't read
You can have it all when you with me, baby
When you with me, just don't ask me for no
Money You can have the world when you with me, baby
Literally, just don't ask me for no money
I like your smile, that body wild, you should
Stay a while, but don't ask me
I like your smile, that body wow, you should
Stay a while, but don't ask me
JAKE lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Shout out to my niggas winning in the dope game
Shout out to my niggas independent with some change
When you see that credit card that means I'm doing things
I'm not stuck on old shit. I'm doing newer things.
Every time you see me, I smell like a brand new car
I look like yes I am. She looks at me like yes you are.
Don't worry 'bout it
I got it, her bottom lip closed on my dick like a hydraulic
These niggas ain't cool, these niggas corny
They take they self too serious, these niggas boring me
Everybody acting like they balling in this bitch
I see them in the streets, I ain't believe in that shit
I don't hang around a lot of niggas cause they jake
She bad with her body, but her attitude is jake
My name is Chip tha Rip, I come from up there by the lake
I'm just trying to see how many dollars I can take
Your hair, jake, your gear, jake
Your jewelry, jake, your foot-stance, jake
These niggas super wack, but in Cleveland we say jake
These niggas hella lame, but in Cleveland we say jake
Uh, we don't pass blunts, no more, we pass the lighter
Let me take a nap if we gon' pull an all-nighter
Woke back up at 8 p.m., I'm feeling like a pastor
Dirty South Riders, I feel like Fat Bastard
Don't be talking back if you know you dead wrong
You frown cause you weak, I smile cause I'm strong
I smile cause I know for sure I'll bust you if you try me
Dress up like the postman and cook you in the lobby
Uh, pulled up to the car meet up, lit my weed up
Turn on a movie, let my seat back and kick my feet up
You motherfuckin' skippy, you ain't seen me in a minute
I been coolin', I been chillin' with some motherfuckin' women
I don't hang around a lot of niggas cause they jake
She bad with her body, but her attitude is jake
My name is Chip tha Rip, I come from up there by the lake
I'm just trying to see how many dollars I can take
Your hair, jake
Your gear, jake
Your jewelry, jake
Your footstands, jake
These niggas super wack, but in Cleveland we say jake
These niggas hella lame, but in Cleveland we say jake
Them jake-ass niggas too with them jake-ass shoes on
Goddamn, niggas go get your life together
You out this bitch jaked than a bitch
THESE DAYS lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Got some ice on me this shit look nice on me
This shit packing a punch I got Mike Tyson weed
She saw two of my cars and started being nice to me
Stepped inside the store they dropped the price on me
Chip tha Ripper doing Numbers You ain't even know it
Black man was here before Columbus. You ain't even know it.
She got no stomach, big booty and she gonna show it
When she came in, she had bands and she gon' blow it
Uh, ice, haters gon' say it's Photoshop and I can dig it
Uh, these niggas half paparazzi, half Robocop, I can't dig it
Uh, they say, where you been, dawg? We ain't seen you in a minute
Uh, and I said, pass the weed, bitch, mind your motherfuckin' business
Uh
These days they wanna ride, and they gon' wave like a low tide
Said the old business, let it go, had to get my niggas on the phone
Uh, even though I ain't seen lil' momma in months
The thought of her is nice, she liked my picture once
Had to call her twice
Thought she was for sure gon' be the one
But I ain't wanna pay the price, guess I thought if I ever lost lil' momma
Then that shit would surely fuck up my life, I'm ight
Talk my shit, cause it's like that, all the shit that I've been through
Catch a nigga at the wrong time, where you think they gon' find you?
Somewhere in the hills, somewhere on a boat, catch another thrill
Cop another coat, God won't he will?, he won't' never won't three, six, nine
Let the devil know got some big boy on me now a bitch can't slow me down
I don't need a big homie now all this rapping paper finna hold me down
These days they wanna ride, and they gon' wave like a low tide
Said the old business, let it go, had to get my niggas on the phone
PUT YOUR SEATBELT ON lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Bitch bitch, bitch bitch hold up hold on wait hold up fuck
I don't think I got enough respect right there when I showed up
Tell me are we cool or do we have a problem?
Mention your dudes cause nigga this don't involve them
And why you wanna get your gang copped over some shit you did
Don't take my shit, bum ass nigga with nothing going on, whole lotta bum shit
They mad at me cause I'm what handsome is, and just let me know what the ransom is
The last two times you kidnapped my style, I told you I'm not gonna be paying for this
Motherfucker, you got me again, but I got enough that it blow in the wind
If you caught your friend hoeing, nine times out of ten she'll be hoeing again
I don't be trying to change, nobody I just be letting them be who they is
Only thing I change is my __cpLocation, and maybe my clothes in my bitch
This is your captain speaking, we fucking some bad this weekend
We acting bad this weekend, we get to that bag this weekend
Put your seatbelt on cause we finna go and don't ash on the floor
No complaining on my plane, that man don't act like a ho
You doing the same things, I ain't seen you in a minute
How you won't change when they ain't finna do nothing different?
Deep off in your feelings, must've been raised by only women
You can tell I'm not giving a fuck about that shit by the way that I'm chilling
My whip is fully autonomous, my whip is bigger than a hippopotamus
If I got two or three baddies that wanna get nerdy, then I'm a psychologist
If I gotta deal with somebody talking stupid, I'ma just show them what time it is
But if I'm dealing with somebody who actually stupid, then I say you got it kid
You're right buddy, you got it bucko
I got a Glock with a button and we don't want no trouble
I like a whole lot of feminine women and I like new money
I tried that mad complaining shit but it don't do it for me
This is your captain speaking, we fucking some bad this weekend
We acting bad this weekend, we get to that bag this weekend
Put your seatbelt on cause we finna go and don't ash on the floor
No complaining on my plane that mean don't act like a hoe
I'M LIKE lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper & Symba
I'm like, fuck, I'm, I'm like, fuck
I'm like, fuck, and you know me, ayy
But you won't pay me what you owe me
And I'm like, fuck, that shit was phony, ayy
I really thought that we was homies
Now I'm like, fuck, I hate to do this to ya
Damn, I swear 'for God I hate to do this to ya
I'm like, fuck, that was real stupid, Junior Damn, just got that call, they put them bullets
Through ya I'm like, fuck, and they sent my dog away
I'm like, fuck, they just sent my dog away I'm like, fuck, these niggas be hatin' all
The days I'm like, fuck, these niggas be hatin' on
All the days And I'm like, fuck, I'ma spend some time
With you Ayy, baby, tell me what you tryna do
I'm like, fuck, I'm tryna spend some time with you
Now what you tryna do? I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm like, fuck
Let's get it, fallin' deep in love All I need is love, you're all I think of
I can keep it up, you know I keep it up We gon' live it up, all three of us
Woah, for sure, we can go spend the day on a boat
Get wavy while we smoke, we gon' lay low Overseas I'm known, I'm doin' things, you know
I'm that king, you know Bitch, I'm from Cleveland, ho
Fuck
I'm, I'm like, fuck I'm like, fuck
I'm, I'm like, fuck I'm like, I'm like, I'm like, fuck
I'm like, fuck, and you know me Ayy, but you won't pay me what you owe me
And I'm like, fuck, that shit was phony Ayy, I really thought that we was homies
Now I'm like, fuck, I hate to do this to you
Damn, I swear before God, I hate to do this to you
I'm like, fuck, that was real stupid, Junior Damn, just got that car, they put them bullets
Through you I'm like, fuck
We were out to Vegas, just left Houston on a road trip
We both in relationships, but act like we don't know shit
I caught you on the phone with your ex-nigga at the Aria
You still entertain these niggas who ain't got shit to offer you
Well, get in your bag, brand-new G-Wag
She pull it up fast, look at her face
She look like cash, shorty so fast, she don't even brag
Give me your phone, cut on the flash I'm takin' pictures of all of that ass
I know it's fake, but keepin' it real with a nigga's the only thing that I can act
I'm like, shit, goin' through my phone now I'm like, what, you still fuckin' with them hoes
I'm like, duh, you told me you gon' leave me
And I'm like, tuh, but this bitch really left
Now I'm like, fuck
And you know me Ayy, but you won't pay me what you owe me
And I'm like, fuck, that shit was phony
Ayy, I really thought that we was homies
Now I'm like, fuck, I hate to do this to you
Damn, I swear before God, I hate to do this to you
I'm like, fuck, that was real stupid, Junior Damn, just got that car, they put them bullets
Through you I'm like, fuck
CLEVELAND BIH - INTERLUDE lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
What's up y'all how y'all been doing?
I've been good scrolling on my phone
Smoking at home. Missing my hood.
Reminiscing about how we would walk
In the view looking fly getting more respect
Than niggas get in his suit and a tie my girls
Loyal and cute and they love to comply
My bitch a warrior that's how you got blood
On your eye, she from 81st and Kinsman that's
Cross town you was winning before we pulled up but you lost now
Ain't nothing like a Cleveland bitch
Even my wife love a Cleveland bitch
Ain't nothing like a Cleveland bitch
Thug-ass, hustling ass, Cleveland bitch
Ain't nothing like a Cleveland bitc
Even my wife love a Cleveland bitch
Ain't nothing like a Cleveland bitch
I'm king chip, I keep a Cleveland bitch
Ain't shit like a Cleveland bitch, I heard
I ain't had one yet, so
Y'all 2-1-6 motherfuckers let me know
How the Cleveland pussy hittin', for real
I heard some of them hoes be smokin' black and milds
I ain't, I don't want none of that
TOSS IT lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
She a real pretty girl, a business girl
Put some dick up in her world, hit it with a swirl
I'm the type of nigga that will get a hotel
I'm the type of nigga that will hit, it won't tell
I'm the type of nigga got a whole lot of motion
Put yachts on the ocean
I got lots of devotion
'Cause lots of commotion
Pulling up and hopping out
And give no fuck about it
Walk up in the room like I don't know no fucking body
No front desk when I'm walking to the lobby
Straight to the elevator, finna get it popping
She's so bad she made a car crash
Her friend shot it to me, but it was a hard pass
They say hard head be making a soft ass
I'ma swan dive in that pussy, it's all splash
Backstroking through the apartment
Breath stroking through the apartment
Legs over your head, right on the carpet
That's some of the best dick on the market
Aw shit, don't come in here trying to start shit
Because you know how I get, I'll be done lost it
Got money on tap, it's a faucet
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
Let me guide you to my Cash App
If you do got a fat ass, baby, go ahead, toss that motherfucker
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
Toss it
Toss it
Toss it
Toss it
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
If you got a fat ass, then toss it
POISON AROUND ME lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
I'm hungry as a bitch hungry as the fuck
Damn Lil mama shit we gotta hit some up
Scrolling through the phone nigga looking for
Some dine-in goddamn nigga ribs
Finna fucking cave in
Don't you hate when you be like babe? What do you want
And she be like I don't know, babe what you want
Then both of y'all suggest a place the other one don't want
Two hours later, finally got it, valet, Saint Laurent
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find
It's been really hard for me to find
As hungry as I am, as hungry as I'm is'
I can't eat no bullshit, put no demons in my ribs
Parasite, a scary sight, don't feed that to your kids
Most of us don't even know the fuck all that shit is
I really like you, baby, but your diet got me tense
Dr. Sebi taught me I've been on it ever since
I just did a juice cleanse, gave my shit a rinse
All that shit I used to eat back then ain't make no sense
All that shit I used to eat back then, it fucked me up
But now I know what time it is, I'm finna get back up
Wormwood, clove and green walnut hull and shit
Health is wealth and I'm finna be ballin' like a bitch
Even fine dining really just expensive death
Cause now they got your money and they put that poison on your breath
The enemy attack us through the food, got us lookin' bad
They whoop us with that sugar, got us all goin' out sad, dag
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find something to eat
With all of this poison around me
It's been hard to find
It's been really hard for me to find
It's been hard to find
ICE COLD NIGHT (SANTA SAVE ME) lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
It was an ice cold night, a full fucking moon
Little kids finna go to bed pretty soon
So I'ma wait about two hours
Before I slide up in their mama
Because when I hit their mama
She just gotta scream and holler
Then I stood right down the stairs
And don't you know I saw an elf staring
At me through the fucking window
I said, damn, hold up, had to take a pause
Then I looked over his shoulder
Seen Santa fuckin' Claus
In a truck looking like an Amazon truck
That said, "Ho, ho, ho, get your banions up"
Santa had a bitch, she was riding shotty
She hopped up out the truck and started twerkin'
Hella body
I say, whoa
The elves started fucking heel-toein'
Santa's truck had a sound system
It was going with lights in that bitch
Bunch of packages and shit
Santa put a beat on
I start rappin' on that bitch
All the packages was wrapped up in real money
Santa upped the strap and said
"I bet nobody steal from me"
The elves finished dropping off the gifts
That were left in the truck
Started levitating, flew off, and they left
Santa, save me
Santa, I've been really good lately
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, save me
Santa, I've been really good lately
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, won't you come down here...
Santa dropped his keys
But he couldn't hear me shout
When he get back to the North Pole
He gon' be locked out
So I hopped up in the Cybertruck
And tracked his ass down
I found him on St. Clair
Headed downtown
He must've had some elves in the hood
Dropping gifts
'Cause he was sitting on the hood of his truck
Blowing spliffs
I gave my nigga keys
He said, "Good looking out"
He pulled a hundred bands out
He tossed it to me and was out
Santa, save me
Santa, I've been really good lately
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, save me
Santa, I've been really good lately
Santa, won't you come down here and pay me
Santa, won't you come down here and...
What's up?
SERIAL VIBE KILLER lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
She would rather die than apologize
If she would be laying in the casket, grinning
Hella dramatic, overreacting, making and killing
Exotic living, ain't even got an ass, she winning
I don't answer her phone calls
I'm on some bye, Felicia
Ain't too nice to me and she disrespectful
She buy the refund
She treat her nigga like he the personal assistant
These niggas thirsty, persistent
She pimpin', squirting, dismissing, huh
Showing up unannounced, drunk, being too loud
Security in the office building had to show her out
She cussing out the receptionist, got no reservation
She waiting, hoping and praying to overhear someone hating
She a killer, serial killer
She a fly nigga, imperial eye thriller
Hella dramatic, knocking shit over like Godzilla
She wouldn't get on my last nerves, but I'd hit her
Like I got A-cups, nigga
Triple D's, nigga
She need to calm down
She vegan, but love the beef
She love checking some bitches
And running all through the streets
She giving them hell
Got BBL, she got snatched
That mean the doc took it
From the front to the back, yeah
She talk over niggas, yeah
She impossible, she impossible
She got a different nigga
Help with any obstacle
She got a Rolodex
And niggas do her favors
She got bitches signing NDAs
And bitches signing waivers
She a vibe killer, serial vibe killer
She a fly nigga, imperial eye thriller
Hella dramatic, knocking shit over like Godzilla
She would get on my last nerves, but I'd hit her
THE BIO, Pt. 2 lyrics - Chip Tha Ripper
Nigga don't know shit about me
First house I lived in was in EC
145th and Woolworth Road
Lived there till I was five years old
I fell off my bike and scraped my knee
Got right back up, took it like a G
Then we moved to Willow Arms, Sydney, Building E
One day my bike got stole right off my porch, that shit was wack
A few days later, mama spotted somebody sittin' on it
I thought I done got that bitch back
My father taught Cleveland Public and my mother was subbin'
They thought if I went to Cleveland Public, I wouldn't learn nothin'
My father's side of the family from North Carolina
We always took road trips
My mother's side from Texas and Georgia
That's why I ain't no bitch
I had the Bone Thugs-n-Harmony "Crossroads" single on the cassette tape
I would get such a high from their music
I'd close my eyes, I could levitate
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My grandma and grandpa's house on Thornhill Drive
Our family's home base
I felt at home anywhere on Thornhill
Never felt like I had no place
My dad and Big Chris standing outside
Talking at the edge of the driveway
Me and Duke had freestyle bikes with the pegs
Sliding through the hood, having our way
We was a Black family
Me and my mom and my dad and my lil' sis
When I was eleven, they got a divorce
And that's when the plot took a lil' twist
My mother took me and my sister to Georgia
Road trip, cool
She told us that we was just going to visit
But then she enrolled us in school
And just like that, we living in the South
In a trailer on a dirt road
Mama gave me the phone and it was my dad
The first time I heard him in hurt mode
But living in the South taught me a lot of things
I could never learn in Cleveland
When I was a kid, I would always visualize
How I'm living this evening
Me and my cousin Chubb Rock in his bedroom
Playing Aquemini
I always knew I had what the pioneers have
I just need to get a try
I was taking over lunchroom battle rap tables
We was tapping on the desk
The reaction, fulfillment with my life
I would never do nothing less
So I went on a journey to follow my dreams
And I met a lot of people on the way
Travel the world, deliver my word
Never worry about what I had to say
But really all I ever got was a bunch of love
You can see that I'm chosen
The people from the city rose up
This rapping paper got me frozen
Imagination bigger than the Earth
The son of Mr. and Mrs. Worth
My mother passed May 16th, 2022
And it really hurt
I was raised by many men on Thornhill Drive
My dad, uncles, grandfathers, stand-up guys
We was living in the middle of the ghetto
But we wasn't no criminals
I was taught empathy
I wasn't taught to treat people like they was expendables
In our household, I was never taught to hate nobody in the world
This is a story of a boy turned king
Stay solid and really thorough
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