King Yella - Chucky lyrics

rate me

Every day I shut up got a killer

Ain’t nobody fuck with me

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets

You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch

We got beaf, we got honey

We might die in this buis’

All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets

You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch

We got beaf, we got honey

We might die in this buis’

All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

Pull up on your block, I got that thirty in the guap

I’ve been ride, I’ve been killing on that cop

I keep that hunglin nigga having stressing

I’ve been working with the Gods

You’ve been working with the cops

While you working with my (?)

Satisfy you niggas nah

Since I got the car and keep my name all in your mouth

If it eans’t by your girlfriend, my dick was all in your mouth

I put the bitch to kick you out

Put the bitch and have no (?)

I back up in the truck, flip another chicken

How you nigga need (?) now just bang another million

Bust a map, bout a drop

And a hole bottle of square

All my niggas in the buil’ they still get the dope

Got the cup in the blow and that’s a mil in the low

You can get it straight jumping

You can just shut

Mammy (?) cuz I check you right now

Everything I touch I just kill it right now

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets

You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch

We got beaf, we got honey

We might die in this buis’

All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

King Yella and Montana we all fight in this bitch

That’s illegal and I’m robbing I’ll be fly in this, bitch

Bitches only hang it for me

They be ride in this deep

They wander how I got the bitch and had to grime for the shit

I was hustling, jiggling and balling

Put that all on my hips

I though (?) no miss area

You can die in this bitch

Need and lean the pussy wet

When I slide in the (?)

My clips got hate just like (?)

Bitch I stay with the Ritchie

You know I stay with the Paul

I’mma go for that killer

Boy know how it goes

Lay and face down on the streets

Like we both fight on the road

If I get caught ain’t no telling

Nigga I stick to the code

Murder and suspect that I know it

It ain’t no question bout we had

And I go in hella dirty

I come up clean like a *(?)

Put your life in the (?) my chopper spin like a beat box

Now get your as here with three shots

From all that puff like some rebooks

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets

You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch

We got beaf, we got honey

We might die in this buis’

All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city

How many niggas that you know would ride in the streets

You a hit, uncle beat, I’mma side with this bitch

We got beaf, we got honey

We might die in this buis’

All my niggas try to blow, ain’t no high in the city