Chip Tha Ripper
Chip Tha Ripper - Out Here lyrics
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Chip, Lex Luger, My nigga I'm out here, F*ck with me [Verse 1] Makin' these moves trynna get this bread Before I lose, Bi*ch I'm at your head Take a nap bi*tch, right up off your neck Y'all niggas don't play round were I'm at Nigga I'm from Cleveland, heartless killers Everyone strapped nigga mind yo business Niggas come through and ain't leavin no witness Don't get set up by these grimy ass bitches Don't nobody really know where chip is Until I 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 them new school in them 6s Sitting up high like a Mack truck Got that hammer on me Hoe ass nigga better back up I'm out here, fresh as f*ck With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga f*ck 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 d*ck 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 showin' no love, I ain't cuttin' no deals Get out my face, when you see a nigga, chill When you come to the show, put your hands up high We up in this, so we extra fire They call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie ? when a nigga ride by {Hook} x2 Nigga I'm out here We gettin it shining You sick of it I'm out here f*ck with me on the freeway, buck 50 I'm out here I'm dolo, got bread now Aint no hoe, I'm out here. 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 wont' play you You rollin' buck-50 on the freeway 6-50? no roof, me n' my bitch smokin' DVD watchin' "Coming to America", floatin Nigga we winnin' Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow 24s my nigga, we gettin' it Cell phone been there ain't nobody seen me in a minute Nigga my crib is mostly? So you can see a city here livin' 4 or 5 guns and blunts gettin' passed Yall niggas doin' good just chillin I valet in the front, walk in the club Hittin the blunt Nigga this how we live for real No punch lines I ain't need to stunt Roll up? In VIP, just me and these hoes Not givin' a f*ck 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 Your? bitch, I'm hotter than Mexico So tell a bad bitch, give me head fo sho Nigga this Chip, better learn my name Trynna stack my bread, trynna stay up in the game Trynna fuck these, make them tat my name Send a bitch, don't give her no change Should be a pleasure, fu*kin' with a boss If you don't choose me, bitch that's your loss Eattin good, nigga Benihana with strip? Know y'all mad, hoe stays pissed off Me and my bitch gettin tatted outside Smokin' that shit that make you loose yo mind Swear to god this young nigga, is gon' shine F*ck you all up, nigga I'm gettin' mine [Hook] x2 [Outro] Chip, Lex Luger.