Tm88 - Chit Chat Lyrics

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Pierre Balmain Balmain
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
Yeah
Say it with your chest nigga

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Ay
Okayyyy!

I might fuck once, I dont wanna call the bitch back
This aint regular all this KK in a big bag
See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks
He at home, he tryna find out where his bitch at
All these niggas, you aint practice you aint balling with us
Put my all in, you be conscious with it
Make em sick, I got em nauseous
Cullinan wonder what it cost
I aint just come up, I been putting work in lil nigga
Grindin for mine thats for certain
Now I get 100 for verses, And fuck it my record is perfect
Dont listen to

Whole clique fresh, look like Easter
I get cheese like its pizza
Im getting bread look like pita
Im with Yeezy, no Adidas
You rock Yeezy, I just seen him
I get richer with my Visa
Murakami stack 3 meters, niggas bitches, niggas divas
Beat the pussy up like Tina
Ill be Martin youll be Gina
We gon kick it like its FIFA
I like liquor, I like reefer
Lets get baked, like Anita
Smokin paper, Wiz Khalifa
Stackin paper, Im a reader
Sick of these niggas, I got a fever