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Chit Chat Lyrics by French Montana French Montana , DJ Drama, A$AP Rocky, Smooky MarGielaa
Below, you will find the lyrics for Chit Chat by French Montana.
Let's have a chit chat
Dramatic, nigga
Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions
I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it R.I.P., laid out on stretcher
eat the vegetable
Eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla
Let it register
Shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa
MarGielaa, man, I ain't even with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin' 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn
Hold up, I'ma give it right back
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that
Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax
Fake niggas always lackin', why they get they movin' like that?
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer
Say you lookin' for her, I ain't never see her
Came from duckin' felonies and misdemeanors
Ain't wanna see us cappin', down in big arenas
I'm big G.R.A.P.E, but I got an old demeanor
They wrong though, 'cause you know I keep my nina
Haters always hatin', get no money, they can't keep up
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up
MarGielaa man, I ain't even with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn
Eight row road chain, on body beamers
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her
Montana, man, whip it up before I get back
Got a thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit chat
Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap
Yeah, Taliban, rack top, niggas big cap
Yeah, marchin' band, hundred rounds hangin' off the chopper
2020 Don, yeah, Phantom of the Opera
Word to them crabs on the island eatin' lobster
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar
Wait 'til you see it from the photo
Shooter with me, ridin' with a sawed off
I'll never do my dawg like Manolo
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I'll spin the block, blow the top off your coupe
Montega man, MarGielaa man what it do?
MarGielaa man, I ain't even with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn
Too late
Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin
Hahaha
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