Sheck Wes - Chippi Chippi (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Sheck Wes - Chippi Chippi (en) Lyrics
Yeah, ha, mudboy
Fa fa fa fa
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa
Bitch, huh
Chippi chippi,
I ain't get high in
a minute
I can't fuck
with shorty,
She got too many feelings
Get high like alibaba,
chippi chippi
Big blunts of dope, smokin'
out in mississippi
Big blunts of
fuckin' dope,
Smokin' out in memphis
I'm a carnivore, girl
I eat you,
Then you finished
All these niggas slow,
Sheck wes get busy
Call david and bizzy
And complain about
the chicken
You travel for vacay,
I travel for business
(bitch)
I got my lil bay-bay,
But I got plenty
women (bitch)
I ain't a born sinner
Hell to paradise like my
nigga franck sinner
Never used to eat,
I was eatin' sleep
for dinner
If I wanna eat,
I was gettin' lust
for dinner
(I was gettin' lusty lustgang
lustboys, bitch)
Niggas ain't
fuckin' with me
Wigglehot, aliba, do
the chippi chippi
Big blunts of fuckin' dope,
out in mississippi
I was smokin' big blunts
out in mississippi
I was smokin'
big blunts,
You know it stay with me
Uh, damn, I ain't
got the grippy
G2 with me, know that
g2 keep the grippy
This nigga said how young
sheck wes gon' rip me
I thought we
was cool, man,
Fuck you and your family
Uh, damn, shoot a nigga
in his kidney, woah
Got a bad bitch, uh,
she's a fuckin' 10
Ooh, yeah, she's
a fuckin' 10
Young sheck wes
got racks,
Man, I got fuckin' plenty
Wigglehot, aliba,
chippi chippi
Big blunts of fuckin' gas,
out in mississippi
I was smokin' big gas
out in mississippi
Extend that beat,
do it for me
Yeah, bitch,
bitch, yeah
Bitch, chippi chippi
Yeah, you ain't
fuckin' with me
Uh, yeah, yeah,
chippi chippi
Uh, yeah, chippi chippi
Got me trippin', trippin'
Talk hot, send shots,
everybody dippin'
Heart cold,
dippin' dots,
They get frizzy, frizzy
I was up in nike, put
that on kenji
Played at crack is wack,
Rest in peace to
whitney houston
All my shit slap like fuckin'
whitney houston
Sheck mean teacher,
All these bitch ass
nigga students
I get high like aliba,
Then I chippi chippi
These fuck niggas ain't really
fuckin' with me
Uh, at all, keep
the grippy grippy
Nigga fuckin' try me,
He gon' get clippy clippy
Smokin' big blunts,
In paris, in london
Japan, hong kong,
senegal, new york
Texas, everywhere,
Trippy trippy, uh
Chippi chippi
Bitch
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