Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Klang


Schnittstelle


Schwierigkeitsgrad


Akzent



Schnittstellensprache

de

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
registrieren / anmelden
Lyrkit

spenden

5$

Lyrkit

spenden

10$

Lyrkit

spenden

20$

Lyrkit

Und/oder mich im sozialen Bereich unterstützen. Netzwerke:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Chevy Woods

Chi-Town

 

Chi-Town

(Album: The Cookout - 2011)


[Verse 1:]
Just make sure my pinky ring clean, bitch!

Oh, I kick game like Ronaldo, that's my goal

No script for some pimp shit, nigger that's my role

So if the dice shows seven, that's my point
 and if I roll eleven, then I roll a joint!

Pimp shit, door cracking watch my shoe show

They hit a button by the wheel and watch the roof go

Bullshit, I'll be on my hugo.

We all getting to this money, don't care who go

Big place, I like my shit well done

Thanks for giving me nothing, you're all welcome!

I made mine started from the bottom up

I mean all this cash from a dollar up!

What? that's paper like a print machine

See me cruising through the city in that pimp machine

You know i ride regular no regular

Dot after dot after dot, etcetera.


[Chorus:]

That's your girl, she got a battery in the back,

You should learn how to control her

Cause one night with the taylors you think you'd get her back

Homie no sir, we gonna have a good time, good time
, good time
That's what i show her! oh, oh, oh, oh!

We're in the back riding, chauffeur!

[Verse 2:]
Remember we wasn't getting it, now we're getting it all

Stand on top of my work nigger i'm on my job
Same nigger i've been, throwing that alley-oop

From the corner to the world racing on rally coops.

Lee roy, shown off, couple papers roll up

Hit the clutch and spin the wheel, when i do a donut

My best physical year, my birth stones and a cheer
 take a chick and give her back after i get mine yeah!

Homie, that's cold game
I learned that from some players with 'em whole things
Four finger rings and 'em gold chains

Pimping like a mother fucker posed to

Tell me who you're supposed to, be huh

Dressing up like somebody you're not
 suit on I'm like broke
Pimping in the spot. Chuch I see who you wanna be

Change the channel your girlfriend a tv!

[Chorus:]
That's your girl, she got a battery in the back,

You should learn how to control her

Cause one night with the taylors you think you'd get her back

Homie no sir, we gonna have a good time, good time
, good time
That's what i show her! (oh, oh, oh, oh)

We're in the back riding, chauffeur!

Erledigt

Hast du alle unbekannten Wörter aus diesem Lied hinzugefügt?