The Shirelles - Potato Chips King Curtis lyrics

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Yeah, king chip is on, you know a nigga coldYou know a nigga swagging on the globeNigga too fresh, just the only reason I wear clothesNigga shit, fuck around, we will brokeReal nigga got a few plans for them endsSo you know a nigga back up in this bitch, nigga back up in this bitchNigga be cool, dont trip, I dont wanna have to act up in this bitchGot the racks in this bitch, tell me whats the planWanna grab, know a nigga got some hoes going hamGet the shows going ham, maybe cut the flows going ham4 rings on both of the hands, 7 hoes in the bedYeah I got some mall with some friendsReal nigga stroke in the gamick, strong in the gameSame time this dope coming inKing Chip Im the show gonn get, bitchWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaCause we just laying, highCause Im just staying, highIm bad to the bone, still got the mac and this chromeIm barely ever answer my phone, got a bag full of zonesChilling on the ave wit my bros, tryina sell a whole bag till its goneNiggas mad that Im on, just glad I was broke, now tryina make a jokeJust tryina make em knowThey people of the world and we call rp girlsLike broads on the Cadillac bumpSo southern player listen, when I go ham with my pro hamMy spokes they be twisting, triple gold see Im the dope manFin to roll me up a swisha, surfing on that tidal waveSmoking on that killer, purple, ultraviolet raysMy brosky got the trilla, no switchblade for damn and changeIm a money making nigga, meaning I get paid all kind of waysCocaine my skill tre, I upgraded my cartiersAnd the real high, cause on hill block, we got them plansWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaCause we just laying, highCause Im just staying, highDoing snots till I cant breathe, me and nina we cant sleepMoney calling, hoes crawling, you light skin and that aint foreignIm tim Duncan and the slim somethingIma kick it out, its 10 somethingIm getting head while the benz runningIm getting head while the benz runningThey mad we hot, they not, we drop, they flop, 1 shot, 2 shotsAint spend these niggas, pte then dead be niggasLike 3 hots, 2 shots, 1 shot, Aint spend these niggas, pte then dead be niggasI said smoking out, pouring up, putting dick up in your slutYou know what Im repping, double cup and bitches rolling upGold watch, gold chain, bet your girlfriend know the nameThen it she sucking, fucking, did the whole gangDutch, raps and some red cups, these fuck niggas hate usCause we made it out of them situationIm with my niggas we flexed up2 nights till they kill me, my shows going for 50Shout out my niggas that never rich, and real niggas that ilthyWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaWe roll up that killa, we shoot to that swishaIm tryina fuck with you, my nigga, my niggaCause we just laying, highCause Im just staying, highMatter fact, go and pour me someWhile we at it, go roll up someSee this slicker, no bullshit, nah he just talkingCant show me nothingZoo high, Ive been up there, all or nothing, Ive been back thereNew chair, rookie of the year, peach green, place the crown right hereStay fly, Im cloud kicking, steak on, Im start sippingBig boy, rocks in it, bojee, who bullshittingFeeling good, looking rightBand up living life, get with itOr get rolled over, going hard, fuck going soberKick standing this cash sip, thousand rocks is a road triptown I claim boy, gay town, we bang boyClick clack, bang bang, lay em down we bout thatMoney running round, everybody know they come back