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NappyHIGH - ChiliFritos (feat. Jay Worthy & Blu) Lyrics



NappyHIGH - ChiliFritos (feat. Jay Worthy & Blu) Lyrics




[ Featuring Blu, Jay Worthy ]

F*ck, just let me think
I'm down
Man, I never caught a body
Come here
Come to me, calm down, I think I got blood on me
Just chill and bang a life at the mic
Bro, I think I feel my stomach turnin'
Bitch, you gon' be alright?
We got this shit and we alive, ain't we?
Cin't we?
Yeah
Man, then focus on drivin', I don't need you, fame
Man, f*ck us, we're always playin'
Nigga, is that your stomach?
Man, I'll tell you, Jody
Man, I ain't had time to eat because your ass was smokin'
I'm always hungry, nigga, what the f*ck?
Party
Man, you want something for this Go-ferment shit?
Low key
Clright, nigga, hit the fat burger







G got a miss and I bought a Beemer Carto in a Bentley, Polly in a two seater
You might see me in my racktop flying down Pico
I'm a gang banging criminal cdidas and Chinos Ghetto like Chili Fritos
Bitch I got it out the dope spot Right off Fig where you get shot on your bitch
Nah I'm tryna get out cause right about now they make shit hot for niggas like us
Riding forums with big glocks, uh Flat island and fitted like I'm cWcCS
But still spin the block like you thought a nigga 8 track
I did it on my own, no record deal I know they hate that
You signed a 360 with no pup there ain't no payback
Stay strapped, ride em with a burner and a tray rack
Cause nowadays they'll catch you at the light and put your shit back
Kinda like heroin where they shot that nigga Cain at
I pull up in the Myrtle neck and I have em like where Chase at
Swag central, the intro to the big bad pistol That hit you from two houses down, f*ck what
You been through The issue is hearts get colder than the igloo
Cnd rims do, rims on the coupe spin influential The window is rolled down, I cruise through
The whole town Gold crown fitted on my dome as I roll down
Sloss in the fig, hop on the 110 sled To the drawer where I rest, used to chef off
A skid Back tree in the beach, slang weed in the
Jeep That my baby mama's father brought, tossed
The receipts They used to offer me beats for me the body
For free Now that I'm popped you let me know I gotta
Charge em a fee Spark in the leaf, often part of me if I reek
Part of me is a beast, I spark the heat in the street
To the beef is well done, you're welcome to a feast
Not be high on the beat, it's J-worthy and beat
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F*ck, just let me think
I'm down
Man, I never caught a body
Come here
Come to me, calm down, I think I got blood on me
Just chill and bang a life at the mic
Bro, I think I feel my stomach turnin'
Bitch, you gon' be alright?
We got this shit and we alive, ain't we?
Cin't we?
Yeah
Man, then focus on drivin', I don't need you, fame
Man, f*ck us, we're always playin'
Nigga, is that your stomach?
Man, I'll tell you, Jody
Man, I ain't had time to eat because your ass was smokin'
I'm always hungry, nigga, what the f*ck?
Party
Man, you want something for this Go-ferment shit?
Low key
Clright, nigga, hit the fat burger







G got a miss and I bought a Beemer Carto in a Bentley, Polly in a two seater
You might see me in my racktop flying down Pico
I'm a gang banging criminal cdidas and Chinos Ghetto like Chili Fritos
Bitch I got it out the dope spot Right off Fig where you get shot on your bitch
Nah I'm tryna get out cause right about now they make shit hot for niggas like us
Riding forums with big glocks, uh Flat island and fitted like I'm cWcCS
But still spin the block like you thought a nigga 8 track
I did it on my own, no record deal I know they hate that
You signed a 360 with no pup there ain't no payback
Stay strapped, ride em with a burner and a tray rack
Cause nowadays they'll catch you at the light and put your shit back
Kinda like heroin where they shot that nigga Cain at
I pull up in the Myrtle neck and I have em like where Chase at
Swag central, the intro to the big bad pistol That hit you from two houses down, f*ck what
You been through The issue is hearts get colder than the igloo
Cnd rims do, rims on the coupe spin influential The window is rolled down, I cruise through
The whole town Gold crown fitted on my dome as I roll down
Sloss in the fig, hop on the 110 sled To the drawer where I rest, used to chef off
A skid Back tree in the beach, slang weed in the
Jeep That my baby mama's father brought, tossed
The receipts They used to offer me beats for me the body
For free Now that I'm popped you let me know I gotta
Charge em a fee Spark in the leaf, often part of me if I reek
Part of me is a beast, I spark the heat in the street
To the beef is well done, you're welcome to a feast
Not be high on the beat, it's J-worthy and beat
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Writer: NappyHIGH
Copyright: Lyrics © KILLPHONIC

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Performed By: NappyHIGH
Featuring: Blu, Jay Worthy
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: NappyHIGH

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