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Chip Tha Ripper

The Entrance

 

The Entrance

(album: Gift Raps - 2011)


[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this ho
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
(Pour that shit up nigga)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm mister young nigga that came straight outta jungle jumanji
Chilling on St. Clair where you can find me
Escalade, pistol beside me
If you don't know me don't say hi cause I'm a be thinking that you tryna rob me
Round my hood niggas is grimy
Off in the cut, where you can find me
Making the room cloudy
Nigga no puff puff pass we roll them personal blunts
Getting this bread, all through the calendar nigga not just on the first of the month
I travel the map, letting these hoes know how these Cleveland niggas get down
Some ho ass niggas back at the crib
Tried to play me, look at me now
I got yo bitch, never pick up the phone unless I'm in town
She stalking me, doing her research tryna find out when I'm coming around
These hoes just wanna be seen, I'm not gon' showcase you, I'll pass
Louie Vuitton, DC bag, Dior's hanging off my ass

[Hook:]
Yeah, we in this ho
Me and my niggas, we in this how
Make room (make some room nigga) we in this ho
Bitch, bitch we in this ho
Travel all across the map (SLAB ENT nigga)
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feeling that'
(Pour that shit up nigga)
We in this ho, we in this ho
A-ask about Chip they gon' say 'oh yeah I'm feeling that'

[Verse 2:]
I let my pants sag to let the whole world know I'm is a nigga
And if you disrespect me then I'm gon' fuck this bitch up
I'm fre$h than a motherfucker everyday working tryna get my shit right
Trying to maintain in this cold world is like heel toeing on thin ice
Lighting up non-stop THC, focus on more dollars
So much stress in my life there's a whole nother world of problems
Been a young G my whole life so many of these niggas can't stop me
Lotta these niggas is bitch made, I'm what you can't copy
I'm so cold these hoes know
In the club blowing smoke
Getting chose not choosing
Niggas in here straight losing
Me and my niggas just touched down
Now we in here scoring
Make some room for these hoes yo
Keep that Rosé pouring we good

[Hook]

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