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Chuck Chill – O.T. lyrics
Chorus:
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Verse 1:
Off top I’m that jefe, the motor made me my baby
I’m a Young nigga wit lingo, all about a deniero
Talkin plural not singles
Just came back from overseas, now I’m out in Miami and I got flats on all my screens
Bout to scoop me a foreign up and she callin me papi
Man I fuck her so good, she cookin nachos bell grande my dude uhhh
Big white stones and we call those chunks
All white sticks and we call those buffs
Long black sleeves and we call those trucks
You nighas ain’t playin right,
Adding new rules to the game
These bitches be layin trife
Fuckin me but that’s yo main
But I swear to you my nigga
Get yo bag & it’s gone change
Secure that bitch, don’t ever switch
And you’ll see what I’m sayin
Chorus:
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Verse 2:
I walk in that hoe and go dumb dumb dumb
You Savin that hoe like duh-duh duh dun
I’m fuck her and cum and you fallin in love
Got you cashin her out and I threw her a dub
I was raised by the hitters
You was raised by the duds
You was taught by the middle man
Nigga I was taught by the plug
You can’t eat at my table lil dawg, sit down and pick up these crumbs
Stackin the bag, go dumb in the summer
That sounds like a lot of you scum
All of you nighas is done
Better gone throw in the towel
When this shit drop right here
Bet the labels start throwing the thous
But I ain’t signing less it’s north 5
Fuck livin good I’m tryna change lives
Whole fam eatin big steaks na
Big calamari, fuck pop eyes
But if it’s late as fuck and them hoes tired
I’m pulling up in that blacked ride
White chally red insides
Gettin head while her friend drive
Chorus:
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Verse 1:
Off top I’m that jefe, the motor made me my baby
I’m a Young nigga wit lingo, all about a deniero
Talkin plural not singles
Just came back from overseas, now I’m out in Miami and I got flats on all my screens
Bout to scoop me a foreign up and she callin me papi
Man I fuck her so good, she cookin nachos bell grande my dude uhhh
Big white stones and we call those chunks
All white sticks and we call those buffs
Long black sleeves and we call those trucks
You nighas ain’t playin right,
Adding new rules to the game
These bitches be layin trife
Fuckin me but that’s yo main
But I swear to you my nigga
Get yo bag & it’s gone change
Secure that bitch, don’t ever switch
And you’ll see what I’m sayin
Chorus:
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Verse 2:
I walk in that hoe and go dumb dumb dumb
You Savin that hoe like duh-duh duh dun
I’m fuck her and cum and you fallin in love
Got you cashin her out and I threw her a dub
I was raised by the hitters
You was raised by the duds
You was taught by the middle man
Nigga I was taught by the plug
You can’t eat at my table lil dawg, sit down and pick up these crumbs
Stackin the bag, go dumb in the summer
That sounds like a lot of you scum
All of you nighas is done
Better gone throw in the towel
When this shit drop right here
Bet the labels start throwing the thous
But I ain’t signing less it’s north 5
Fuck livin good I’m tryna change lives
Whole fam eatin big steaks na
Big calamari, fuck pop eyes
But if it’s late as fuck and them hoes tired
I’m pulling up in that blacked ride
White chally red insides
Gettin head while her friend drive
Chorus:
Big bag big bag x5
And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad?
I just bought my bitch a big bag
And I told her, what you tell her nigga?
Fill it up wit Gs
And imma do like checkers
Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
Lyrics taken from
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