Azealia Banks - Chi Chi lyrics

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Azealia Banks - Chi Chi lyrics

[Verse 1] Hands up, it’s a hold up Keep them pies hot n***a, 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 nogging rocking, 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 [Hook/Chorus] n***as, I be wilding for that cheddar, for that paper Island hopping 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 n***as we be grinding till the motherf**ing day o’er Bet you read about it, bet you plotting, bet you hating Get that perico on Broadway Chi Chi get the – [Verse 2] 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 n***as with that tech and burst Now n***as wreck their dough for my X and O La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em s** and blow Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go [Bridge] Sitting in the drop-top Got money in my pocket, d** in the glove box I don’t even like ya (Don’t wanna be nothing near like ya) [Verse 3] All of my b**hes get money they made All of my n***as is handsome with waves All of these rappers is p**y You heard they be stunting on wax but they really afraid You a hi-top with a cut on your fade Harlem shake in the midde with a f**ing parade Told you to put some respect on my name And stop talking that sh**, 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 n***as gorillas and orangutans Live from the zoo, this the new 212 When I move with the crew, y’all bird n***as can’t hang [Hook/Chorus / Outro] n***as, I be wilding for that cheddar, for that paper Island hopping 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 n***as we be grinding till the motherf**ing day o’er Bet you read about it, bet you plotting, bet you hating Get that perico on Broadway Chi Chi get the yayo

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