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Artist: WHOKILLEDXIX
Canonical path: /whokilledxix/youcanthavemychips
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YouCantHaveMyChips
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YouCantHaveMyChips
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Yo bro, let me get one (ay bro, you sharing bro?)
Come on, just get one bro (bro, what's good?)
Bro nah, you ain't got it yet (let me get one bro)
You being mad stingy bro, fuck you
I'm not like them bro, you gotta let me get one
Shut the fuck up!
Pull up with a video taper
So I can beat yo ass, and use it to advertise a banger
Yeah I'm setting up the shots, like I'm a fucking Laker
Nut inside a bitch
I tore it, tell her: See you later
Hello, Hi
It's your neighbor
Breaking into your estate with a
Sabеr like Vader
With a cooking pan on me likе a motherfucking baker
Rip the trees up out the ground, so I can count up all this paper
I stay strapped just like a dyke, uh
I got bitches tryna such my dick, and just for that they fight, uh
You know what I like, uh
So why you acting like I act different
When I don't treat you right, uh
Yeah! (What?)
Yeah! (What?)
Yeah! (What?)
Yeah!
[?] And I'm last
Eat out the waitress, you throw on a stack
I feel like a figure, I always have an action
I pull up behind you, just don't ask for the brick
I already said that I don't share my chips
I don't give a fuck, what you say, what you bitch?
My baby love me but she know I'm a dick
Pull up with a video taper
So I can beat yo ass, and use it to advertise a banger
Yeah I'm setting up the shots, like I'm a fucking Laker
Nut inside a bitch
I tore it, tell her: See you later
Hello, Hi
It's your neighbor
Breaking into your estate with a
Saber like Vader
With a cooking pan on me like a motherfucking baker
Rip the trees up out the ground, so I can count up all this paper
Basically killing each other, get in like Bentley
Slaughtering pregnant women and putting children in prison
No, we are forgettin'
Bodybags, get to fillin'
Toe-tagged when I rip at these niggas, they never listen
Pass out on your thigh, [?] fuck you!
Samurai, pushing up, my nigga get that blow too!
I just pushed my bitch, if you notice, then i'ma cut you!
Get an ugly nigga's [?] then get your blood chewed!
Pull up with a video taper
So I can beat yo ass, and use it to advertise a banger
Yeah I'm setting up the shots, like I'm a fucking Laker
Nut inside a bitch
I tore it, tell her: See you later
Hello, Hi
It's your neighbor
Breaking into your estate with a
Saber like Vader
With a cooking pan on me like a motherfucking baker
Rip the trees up out the ground, so I can count up all this paper
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