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Chachis Revenge (Extended Version) (DatPiff Exclusive Bonus Track)

 

Chachis Revenge (Extended Version) (DatPiff Exclusive Bonus Track)

(album: The Separation - 2013)


[Verse 1:]
My baby mamas said I wasn't shit, and at first I used to believe em
Now they on my dick, cause a young nigga out here eatin
Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls
That gettin guap, I'm Gucci, without the ice cream cone
Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload
Only fuck with my street folk cause these rap niggas too emo
Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
Pump bucking at fake fucks cause like pimps they need hoes
Blow! Blow! Oh my lord, my hoe and my chain gold
Life be my bitch and that hoe move when I say so
Good in my hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego
Real goons on my payroll, I save money, you save hoes
Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you niggas
If this was '09 I would've been socking on niggas
Fuck that, rather profit on niggas, toe tag every beat Louis give me
Oh yeah I'm a problem, oh mama, no condoms
We're yelling out fuck all you pussies.

[Hook:]
I don't give a fuck about you though
I don't give a fuck about you though
We ain't never struggled together
We ain't made no money together
That's on my mind
I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
So go that way hoe

[Verse 2:]
They mad I made it, that's why I be smiling so much
I'm killin these niggas but damn there's some bitches I'm dyin to fuck
100 on records, these rappers is pussies, be lyin too much
Approach em then pop em my boy I ain't really but I ain't too much
Try your luck, better be bad bruh
You lose that breath no asthma
Keep a bitch comin like cash huh
Money ain't funny, no laughter
It's comin from my side nigga
It's all winners around me
In a room full of pussies, all I see is diners round me
Boy I eat em up
Wise they say it I did it up
You hug that bitch, you love that bitch
I only call that hoe when I need to fuck
Got another cyph, I just fill it up
And another one I don't even touch
My goonies on you, I better warn you
Boy quack quack, you might need to duck

[Hook:]
I don't give a fuck about you though
I don't give a fuck about you though
We ain't never struggled together
We ain't made no money together
That's on my mind
I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
So go that way hoe

I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
I don't give a fuck about you though... (no no no no)
So go that way hoe

done

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