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murder rate - chuckyy lyrics

[intro]
slat slat slat slat slat slaat
[chorus]
said you had a bag, we asked around, they said you didn’t (no bap)
on my side of turf, can’t come down here too fast, we get the bl!cking boaw boaw boaw boaw boaw
n*gga’s don’t know chuckyy for real, they call my phone then stand on business
don’t get caught loafin at the wrong place and the wrong time, casue i clapped a witness
fonem just coped a .40 tryin’ hit a n*gga block, see if that b*tch different
all out the window with that chop, like curry aim am shooting far
but i’ll play ball, cross a n*gga up, get up close, dunk his ass quick “?”
n*gga’s been sending shots on the net, and we tryin’ send shots where they at
n*ggas been put up since that one sh*t, now i don’t know wherе they at
bl**dynem wracked thе mustang, next day pulled up in a brand new cat
and i’ve been flexing on these n*ggas, and i still ain’t broke a sweat
i’ll still clap you, but i’ve been screaming, “get some money, and f*ck the rest.”
i was taught to shoot above the neck, just in case folks got on a vest
when we glide through, the windows*tinted, and we all got on our masks
you see, i’m coming out gangway, jump out gang get on his ass
chuckyy hawk sh*t down like a cheetah, that boy laying belt to ass
they be like chuckyy every time i hear yo song i’m ready to crash
this sh*t get wicked in the city, gotta pop out with extra mag
this little b*tch steady calling me daddy, but i’m confused i’m not here dad
ain’t gon play with no n*gga, 2023 a lot of body bags
why the f*ck do you come up in this world, just to leave that sh*t got me mad

- chuckyy lyrics

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