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main thang (remix) - r3 da chilliman lyrics

[intro]
(run that back, west)

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
diamonds on my neck dancin’ like rick james
n*gga workin’ with the pigs, that’s a d*mn shame
n*ggas on that bullsh*t, we on the same thing
shooter got a hundred piece, still’ll sn*tch your chain
n*gga think we finna fight, i’m finna blow his brains
i ain’t playin’ with no n*gga, so i came with a k
i’m finna make a hundred mil’, that’s how i’m feelin’ today
this n*gga still ain’t got no money, it’s still on the way
i’m finna make a hundred mil’, that’s how i’m feelin’ today
n*gga think i’m finna fight, i’m finna blow his brains
shooters got a hundred mil’, still’ll sn*tch your chain, the plug
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame

[verse 2]
i think these n*ggas hate me ’cause i got the torch
or maybe ’cause i’m twenty ridin’ in a porsche
knock*knock flock, peek*a*boo, i just found the cheese
b*tch please, i’ll do some sh*t that you can’t believe
they said you paid that for some shoes, you ridiculous
i said, “i’ll do that sh*t again since you interested”
i see you pocket watching, that’s the sh*t that’s gon’ get you chipped
can’t teach you how to do it, i just do with the fly crip
might put you through some h*ll, but i could buy you that chanel
don’t never disrespect me, did this sh*t by myself
high*speed chases, coming home, countin’ h*lla bands
i ain’t here to scuffle, i’ll send bullets through his fighting stance
b*tch, i’m r3 and i take chili on the regular
if you got it, i’ma buy it, just tap in on my cellular
you know i got a b*tch, why would i make you my main b*tch?
this chopper eat him up, big bullets’ll leave him brainless
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame
sorry, baby, i can’t be your main thing
the streets got my heart, b*tch, i’m gang gang
make brains hang, and if you want violence we want the same thing
you talkin’ all this chili and you broke, it’s a d*mn shame

[outro: r3 da chilliman]
(run that back, west)
i think these n*ggas hate me ’cause i got the torch
or maybe ’cause i’m twenty ridin’ in a porsche

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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