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CHIRAQ CHILD
Thirteendegrees °
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lil2posh
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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(Gyant)
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)
I got my Drac' on me, thank me later, that's my motto
Bang, every time I step out the club, I grab a brand-new model
Bang, I be stayin' in the A, I'm tryna chase the bank, the lotto
Bang, man, I told foe an' 'em I'm sliding out, I'm doing it pronto
Man, my life is so glamorous, but I'm suicidal (bang)
I didn't know how fast it get, every move is so vital
Addicted to ass and titties, that shit should be the damn title
Addicted to fancy shit, tryna find my damn bridal
But I can't find her (but I can't find her), where she at? (Where she at?)
But I can't find her (but I can't find her), where she at? (Where she at?)
Now I'm searching through Saks 5th Avenue, is that where she at? (Is that where she at?)
But I gotta search if my money blue, you know where she at
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)
Hoes be wild, hoes be wild (hoes be wild, yeah)
Throw some racks in her face, designer broke boy, Gucci on me now
Whoa, why my pants so low? Huh, rock Rick Owens, though
I ain't stressin' on these hoes, I ain't lovin' on no hoes
This a codeine bottle, my bitch look like Latto
Broke-broke boy, geeked down in Atlanta
Rich-ass boy rock Chrome Heart banner and the Saint Laurent leather
Then she sharted on my sweater
Now she writin' me love letters (she knows)
Make her sing just like Heather
Just like heaven (just like heaven) 9-1-7
She say, "posh, why you so mean?" I just had to fix my manners
Bandana, boy, I'm thuggin' like Santana
Got your bitch all in my face, I think she do it for the camera, huh
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
You know all my sauce be wild (you know all my sauce be wild)
I'm a Southside Chiraq child (I'm a Southside Chiraq child)
Man, you know these hoes be wild (man, you know these hoes be wild)
Uh
Uh (posh)
Go
Ay, thirteen, what we on, bro?
Whoa