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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chimy
Chimy
Songwriter
christian okwara
christian okwara
Songwriter

Lyrics

Pull up with my Gs on God We out What you what you really thinking 'bout Ye ye ye Alright Ice on my neck Hop off a jet Tell 'em we here I say i say Come with your friends Make sure they peng Me i no dey claim James Bond Tell me what you really want Stop trying to be God Step ina the place with my trips and munchies This ain't Travis Scott Ahh Ahhh Ahhh Oh no Ye Oh no Tell me what you thinking 'bout Just want the paper love All the girls wanna mess with me Gats to video let them know The sky is blue my chargie Wanna make you my b Fly you put first class You gon be top class How am i the one to blame They gon know your name Hope you're ready For the is famous shit Cause I'm not here to play They call me the king of the jungle I don't care I don't play I'm not humble Psychedelic might make me tumble Big smoke you know me Smoke jumbo Stop acting you ain't Uche Jombo You playing with my mind Oh nah Ice on my neck Hop off a benz Tell 'em we here Uhhh Come with your friends And make sure they peng Me i no dey claim James Bond Tell me what you really want Stop trying to be God Step ina the place with my trips and munchies This not Travis Scott When i dey on funds Order some loud for my Gs for sure Don't pass me smoke if it ain't that loud Popo dey come so i jump the stairs Jump man 24 Kobe dead Just wanna know who called the feds Broke my knees When i jumped off the stairs If she come i chop am just like biscuit Like i did back in 2019 Niggas ain't tested what I've seen Niggas ain't seen what my eyes seen Wash hand comot from anything Gin Washed up niggas wanna text man skills Can't catch me with no dead cc Shoot my shot So i reload the gun Make man vex so i reload the gun Ice on my neck Hope off a jet Tell them we here Make sure they peng Come with your friends Me i no dey claim James Bond Tell me what you really want Stop trying to play God Step ina the place With my trips and munchies This ain't Astro world Ice on my neck Hop off a benz Tell 'em we here Uhhh Come with your friends And make sure they peng Me i no dey claim James Bond Tell me what you really want Stop trying to be God Step ina the place with my trips and munchies This not Travis Scott
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