"Chiraq" lyrics
"Chiraq"
(feat. Lil Mouse & Heavy LO)
[Young Scooter:]
Everywhere I go
I get money everywhere I go, count up (Young Scooter)
Chase, what's up, nigga?
Black Migo Gang
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
Triple beams, hella murder scene
I got an A1 but they ain't clean
What the fuck you mean, I charge you 23
I know niggas in the [?] but who pay 43
BMG, that's how I eat, I own that company
A young OG and I don't know a nigga as real as me
Lil Mexico, I bought like 10 acres to grow the weed
There's no fake, a 100 real niggas around me (Around me)
Facin' 10 years, but I ain't panic (But I ain't panic)
They couldn't pull my fingerprints off the wrapper
My partner got a twenty for empty brick wrappers
So keep your circle tight and jugg [?]
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
[Lil Mouse:]
We ride deep everywhere we go
My squad winning, everybody know
I'm wearing plugs everywhere I go
It's [?] to Lil Mexico
Scooter hit my line and said, "What up, lil bro?"
He finna slide on me, then go get Heavy LO
When we in traffic, Scooter pourin' four's
Hollows in that pole, it have you rolling dough
Going to court, oh my God, then you better not show
Get that word from big homie and they at your door
Dressed in black with the Mac, you know how it go
Shooters leave him in the river, make that body float
[Young Scooter:]
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
[Heavy LO:]
It's HBN and it's BMG
I'm finessing right now, so they dirt cheap
Just to bring 'em in my driveway, I charge a whole key
I finessed 'em, then told Shotta, "Poke 'em soon I leave"
Niggas talk about moving bricks, but movin' 63's
In Lil Mexico, fucking hoes and crackin' moves
Swipe for forty bands and spent that shit on losin' truce
I got some dreadhead shooters, they'll make the news
I only ride coupe's, ride them shits on 22's
Expensive whips, bad bitches, and the latest shoes
Got money on a Sunday, just to pay my dues
Have my hitters come drill you if that paper loose
[Young Scooter:]
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
I'm in Chiraq, I ain't got a show
I'm with Mouse and shoutout Heavy LO
I'm in the streets everywhere I go
Making juggs from Chiraq to Lil Mexico
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mixtape:
"80's Baby" (2014)
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