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Chip tha Ripper lyrics : "Whoa"

Verse 1]
Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo
Bring it back to the middle of the map

Where the St. Claire ^!$$%z stay strapped my hood sooo cold
My area colder, scarier colder but yall ^!$$%z don't fold
Every ^!$$% on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose

Slidin on them 4's riding smoking lookin for the hoes
Everywhere I go ^!$$%z always like damn I ain't never seen those
You call it style

But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes
And I don't know how
But they just got wow

And tear that (*##$ down at all of my shows
Its like God control the show
Hands up high here we go


[Verse 2]
WOAH

That %#@! ain't in stores
Where did he go to get all of his clothes
(*##$ I don't even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door

Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door
O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe
Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my ^!$$% we hittin the road

And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed
Thuggin and theivin, (*##$ I'm from Cleveland
Damn that's prolly why I'm so cold

Yea that's prolly why I'm so cold
Hands up high here we go

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