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Drakeo The Ruler

Chilli Bobba

 

Chilli Bobba

(album: I Am Mr. Mosely - 2015)


They wondering what I mean when I say 'pops on my knots,' Chilli Bobba

Spent thousands on my fur coat cause shit can get anemic
Cold Devil, it's the Anti-Christ, I'm seeing demons
Mud walking, plug talking, my ass right up in Neiman's
Pouring fives up in my sodas, I'm taking mud shots
And all that reckless eyeballing, bitch gone get the plug popped
It went from ding dong ditch bitch to make the club rock
Drakeo in the back accompanied by some felons
Brought the master chef, CHOPPED, cause round here we splitting melons
Had a meeting with God he said I might just miss Heaven
Smashed all the whips and I still can't drive
On top of that I'm thinking bought this seal in my eye
Heard the Lamb do stick but shit I still wanna try
Don't die
You know us, the whip crashers
Holding United I gotta keep the dispatcher
Lingo Bingo and then we back up on the road
But that was on another song

I'm tryna meet Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba
That's plots
They wonder what I mean when I say pops on my knots
Chilli Bobba
That's plots
They wonder what I mean when I say pops on my knots
Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba

The deal breaker
Nickname me the mill maker
Seal popper
That's what's bringing me Bin Laden
10 Summers
Like I was told I'm being locked up
Slick talker
The only Jew in the mosh pit
Ape Rocker
Gotta keep the fits shitty
Take that take that
Like I'm passengers with Diddy
Keep the pocket rocket
For niggas thinking it's a gimmick this a one shot erski
After that I had to shimmy
Yeah it's going down
Like the beat was made from Nitty
Don't Yung Joc us
We hear that county food is shitty
Sweetheart, we're know for splitting wigs
Shirley on the bill hotline I gotta be at work early
Buck fifty, it's only right it's on the dash
If you don't got it at the store then I'll pass
These bars ain't free
This lean ain't that cheap
Remember you'll get slaughtered for talking blasphemy

I'm tryna meet Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba
That's plots
They wonder what I mean when I say pops on my knots
Chilli Bobba
That's plots
They wonder what I mean when I say pops on my knots
Chilli Bobba
Chilli Bobba

done

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