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Chit Chat (Feat. A$AP Rocky) Lyrics

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Chit Chat (Feat. A$AP Rocky) Lyrics

[A$AP Rocky – Intro]
Life ain’t regular, the new 2018 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson
Hover scooters like a Vespa
Ya the guest, please attest
Ask no question, I’ma hit it
I’ma kill it, RIP, laid out on stretcher
Eat the vegetable, eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla
Let it register, shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa

[Chorus – Smooky]
MarGielaa Man, I ain’t even with that chit chat
40 chains on my neck, Millie wear my wrist at
Couple goons, with the tool, when we pull up get back
Gotta lame nigga calling cause he want his bitch back
Damn (Damn)
[Verse]
Hold up, Ima give it right back
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can’t afford that
Got some Balmain’s and Margiela’s, five racks plus tax
Fake niggas always acting, why they moving like that
Aye
Skrrtt off with your shorty in a beamer
Say you looking for her, I ain’t even seen her
Came from ducking felonies and misdemeanors
Ain’t wanna see us cap and gown in big arenas
I’m big GRAPE and I gotta AWGE demeanor
Don’t run up cause you know I keep my nina
Haters always hating get no money they can’t keep up
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up[Chorus]
MarGielaa man I ain’t even with that chit chat
40 chains on my neck, Millie wear my wrist at
Couple goons, with the tool, when we pull up get back (Montana)
Gotta lame nigga callinng cause he want his bitch back (Hannn)
Damn (Damn)[French Montana – Verse 2]
88 rope chain or a body beamer
South Bronx Mona Lisa, anybody seen her?
Montana, man, whip it up, for that get back
Gotta thang with me, wanna fuck, no chit chat
200 bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrapped
Yea, Taliban rag top, niggas big cap
Yea, marshall band, 100 rounds, hanging off the choppa
2020 Dawn man, Phantom of the Opera
Word to them crabs on the island eating lobster
Straight to the back she on my dick like a Oscar
Went two-seater from the four door
Shooter with me riding with the sawed off
I never do my dawg like Manolo
Paparazzi paying 100 bands for the photo
I spin ya block, blow the top of ya coupe
Montega Man, MarGielaa Man, what it do, hann
[Smooky – Chorus]
MarGielaa Man, I ain’t even with that chit chat
40 chains on my neck, Millie wear my wrist at
Couple goons, with the tool, when we pull up get back
Gotta lame nigga calling cause he want his bitch back
Damn (Damn)

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