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  • AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

    Hands up, it’s a hold up
    Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
    Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
    I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
    I stretch it with the soda
    Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
    Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
    Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the –

    Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
    Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
    Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
    Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
    Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
    La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
    Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
    Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

    Sittin’ in the drop-top
    Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
    I don’t even like ya
    (Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
    All of my bitches get money they made
    All of my niggas is handsome with waves
    All of these rappers is pussy
    You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
    You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
    Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
    Told you to put some respect on my name
    And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
    Uh, put the check in my name
    Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
    I do not have time to entertain lames
    Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
    Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
    My niggas gorillas and orangutans
    Live from the zoo, this the new 212
    When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo


  • Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

    Hands up, it’s a hold up
    Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
    Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
    I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
    I stretch it with the soda
    Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
    Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
    Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the –

    Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
    Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
    Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
    Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
    Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
    La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
    Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
    Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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    Sittin’ in the drop-top
    Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
    I don’t even like ya
    (Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
    All of my bitches get money they made
    All of my niggas is handsome with waves
    All of these rappers is pussy
    You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
    You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
    Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
    Told you to put some respect on my name
    And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
    Uh, put the check in my name
    Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
    I do not have time to entertain lames
    Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
    Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
    My niggas gorillas and orangutans
    Live from the zoo, this the new 212
    When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

    Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
    Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
    Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo
    You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
    Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
    Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
    Get that perico on Broadway
    Chi Chi get the yayo