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Lil Chief Dinero - With The Shits Lyrics ft LA Capone and JP Armani

(Hook - Lil Chief Dinero)

My N*ggas with the shits my n*ggas they bout that life
My n*ggas shoot sh*t my n*ggas they toting them pipes
These hoes on our d*ck these hoes wanna be our wives
But we dont love these hoes they good for just one night( x2)

(Verse1 - Lil Chief Dinero)

My n*ggas with the sh*t my n*ggas will take your life
Pull up on your block 30 shots yeah, we toting them pipes
Keep cool, get money, smoke dope, I live this life
If a n*gga try me thats the day he gonna meet christ
Im getting hella money I'm counting all hunnits I got these bands
All these damn bands can't hold these bands I need an extra hand
These hoes on my d*ck these hoes know they my fans
But you f*ck me unless you finna suck my mans (You gotta f*ck Bro)
You know a lot of wild boys, E.D.E G.M.E Call up lil mans (SQUAD)
Money up them macs got murder in the cut they blowing like a fan
You ain't talking money what the f*ck you saying I don’t really understand
That's why I’m thumbing through a check it ain't sh*t to spend these bands

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2 – JP Armani)

My n*ggas with the sh*ts, my n*ggas stay with them poles
Keep my circle small so I know my n*ggas gone blow
These b*tches ain't worth sh*t so I can’t trust no ho
We ain't worried about no guns we got sh*t that'll explode
A opp running down rol block leave a n*gga on his nose
This 7 block strapped twice I got n*ggas to get you gone
The 40 dirty with the 30 plus its 1 in the dome
Your man is boring, pull up in that foreign, your b*tch bet she gone (SKURT)
Got b*tches kissing, b*tch on the squad we'll leave your ass missing,
There with the pistol do a hit, leave the scene,
Throw the pump in the river lay low, smoke dope
He'll be gone in a minute, sit back tell them boys go get him,
Don’t aim with the tech cause I know it’s gonna hit him
Wanna go to war we got sh*t to blow the whole city
And I'm posted on 7 rol block say the city

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3 - L'A Capone)

My n*ggas with the sh*ts everybody off shots all night
Go and grab that nick, nine times out outta 10 won't fight (no I won't fight)
You ain't did no hits, I could tell you ain't take no life
Hit a crib for the racks and the flatscreen yea I gotta get right
Knock a n*gga down my sport
Internet goon but he still on the porch
I catch a opp lacking then he gonna get torched
We the mustang gang can't run from a horse
We dont give a f*ck shoot him in the airport
We dont give a f*ck leave him on the back porch
We dont give a f*ck if his mom and his dad looking sad
Too bad we still gon torch
600 we holding up
I Don't think n*ggas wanna blow at us
In the foreign ride fast just me and Cus
Otf O'block they roll with us (600)
And we toasted up, riding through the drive and we posted up
And the party get live
When we showing up I be high as f*ck (f*ck)
But the hoes on me, and they feel that pole on me and wanna see my raybands
Tryna see what I could see and my goon keep heat so he won't go sweet
Double o Be the Squad swear to god double o go hard
And my n*gga lil chief you know bro go far
Better turn your piece cause we stopping the yard
N*ggas stink , like bro did you fart
Do a drill out the top of the car
Popping pills now I'm staring at the stars
My n*ggas with the sh*ts we are

(Hook x2)


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