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lirik lagu november scorpio – chance who

chance who:

shoulda coulda woulda, didn’t cuz you ain’t
right?

i jus spent three years freestyling
sayin sh*t i don’t remember
doing everything but chillin
got my heart cold as december
i don’t think before i spend
so i been swipin hard as tinder
i don’t think before i speak
and sound better than most n*ggas
gods gift and satan favorite
why else he tryna take it
attention b*tches payin
put targets on all my faces
the blues a n*gga been havin
ain’t sh*t to the ones i’m chasin
to stress a n*ggas no stranger
she co wrote most of my bangers
i’m hurt it works i know the game, big whoop
i let it fly but won’t be playin, hits blunt
i give you fire, can’t show you pain, sips cup
i’m buddy love i over came, i’m big nuts
born a rich n*gga imma die a rich n*gga
i was rich with no money i’m real life lit n*gga
i’m like breakfast at ya church
cuz i got god and grit n*gga
doubt the gang or sm*t the name
it’s tik toks, vines, trillers
i got all kinds of clips n*gga
turn your boys to b*tch n*ggas
elbows to zips n*gga
lemme break it all down
put the plays and paws on ya
any time in any town
skippin bail like f*ck court
we jus ballin outta bounds
f*ck your flight your bumblebee
your one band and one sound
feel like floyd on those boards
cuz a hook 100 thou
chased the numbers not the letters
knocked every name down
so when them drums on my line
all they know to talk is

doesn’t matter theres only 4 rules you need remember
make the plan
execute the plan
expect the plan to go off the rails
throw away the plan
scorpio:

whoooooo
aye
i’m playin dumb but the lord knows im sinnin
my genes too holy ain’t talkin bout denim
can’t wife a thot i’m more jordan than pippen
imma give shawty the blues with the rhythm
met her at starbucks the tea is for the trickin
you play me p*ssy my dogs hear a sick em
cash in like madden my boys tryna blitz em
god body flow n*ggas know i’m built different
she throw that ass for presidents and clinton
i whip out my d*ck and she tell me i’m gifted
i’m different i’m different i’m different
how many times i gotta say it? a million
i’m different i’m different i’m different i’m yeah
stay with the plays but it’s rare i play fair
blues make her wu baby call me crip flair
you n*ggas ain’t poppin stop shootin in the air
try not to stare cuz i’m really a stepper
flock on my body but i’m not a shepherd
you would if you could but you can’t do it better
the wolfs in the wool my whole drip a vendetta
he square he red we jumpin like checkers
king said to dead ya beretta correta
i’m chargin like tesla and taxin like test us
i’m snapping like center or dak under pressure
snapping like tibias, fibias
me to the money like lil durk to india
i got some country hoes i need a city guh
wifey said bunch a hoes i need to give it up
never the busted hoes my sideline stiff as f*ck
rarely a stuck up hoe i keep my sticky tucked
rarely a messy hoe but imma l!ck her up
wifey jus lost her spot, who tryna switch it up
who
hold up hold up aye aye
hold up nasty wave wave
hold up hold up nasty aye
hold up wave

i am who i am lemme get it together
she wanna pup that’s a pimp under pressure
sorry can’t do it good luck findin better
that heifer still pull up get worn out like leather
i’m heartless and thuggin like pac at coach*lla
bills getting buff like my granny griselda
i’m 2*214, i can’t be on no stretcher
they catch you in traffic you stop at a yella
chasin a million had to get militant
the sh*t that you talkin is too insignificant
i rolled the dice on my self started winnin sh*t
my time is precious so i’m tryna hit it big
i be outside wit the bro like i’m phineas
loud and proud boy you can smell ion penny pinch
if money a b*tch then i’m nasty and ignorant
i’m tryna flip that b*tch how you not gettin it
went ape innat bih she wan hang like bananas
i get baked and i sip like my name arm and hammer
dropping these jewels like i sw*ng on santana
but i stay wit my stick like he do a bandana
running in it up with the gang, you can’t hang if you lame or you ain’t on the same
and that bread don’t fix lame so you havin a chain and a whip
ain’t gone change anything that’s on fredo no bang

imma goat in my own right, dog in my hoes eyes
i can’t tell no lies, married the money so i gotta whole wife
came up wit snow whites
i’m on the road like, i ain’t got no life
cash is my goal like
h2 the o ice
d*gg*n these hoes like
sh*ggy my homeslice
dope white it’s polite
pole always close like
brothers and hoes eyes
catchy like roll tide
ballin like roll tide
rollem like roll tide
smoke em like roll tide

- chance who

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