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Roy Demeo – Chico (feat. Lil Wayne)
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Roy Demeo – Chico (feat. Lil Wayne)

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(Zaytoven)
Yeah
Kingpin
Ball one, nigga
DeMeo, DeMeo, DeMeo

I'm whippin' that tan, that Chico DeBarge (that Chico DeBarge)
I'm wheelin' and dealin' that Chico DeBarge
Stay with that water-water (yeah)
Stackin' up dough for my daughter-daughter (yeah)
See 88, the new world order
I got your bitch and she takin' orders

Just took a L for a 50 pack
Give me some time, I'ma get it back
She gon' hold up the tires like runnin' flat
These niggas be wired, can't fuck with that (can't fuck with that)
Trunk in the front with a duffel bag (duffel bag)
I been had the hos, you still cuffin' that? (What?)
Keep a young bull to go get the sack (what?)
Stay with two .9s like you Warren Sapp (yeah)

Came out the section where niggas had nothin'
I hustle right where the vultures at (yeah, yeah)
I'm never gon' put my trust in no woman
That's just the line where I cross it at (mhm-mm)
We washin' that money like laundromats
We washin' that money like laundromats
They done fucked around and freed up El Chapo
I call up Zay, tell 'em gas up the Tahoe, we gon' get the Guapo (gon' get the Guapo)

I'm whippin' that tan, that Chico DeBarge (that Chico DeBarge)
I'm wheelin' and dealin' that Chico DeBarge
Stay with that water-water (water-water)
Stackin' up dough for my daughter-daughter (daughter-daughter)
See 88, the new world order (yeah)
I got your bitch and she takin' orders (yeah)

I got some pushers, run through New Orleans (yeah)
I got a play to make in the mornin' (yeah)
I got some niggas that be 'bout the business
Make a phone call, and they pull up on ya (what?)
I hit the road in a new Honda Civic
I flew back straight from California (yeah)
DeMeo the kingpin and I told you I live this shit
Have the judge drop the Mallet on you (yeah)

Whippin' that Chico (yeah), yellin' free Chico
Bet my lil' nigga, he straight from the bottom, the bottom got hit with the RICO (nah)
I keep a tool when I ride through the bottom and I don't know none of these people (nah)
Work came in light skin like a chica, hot boy, and I'm hot while you regular

I'm whippin' that tan, that Chico DeBarge (that Chico DeBarge)
I'm wheelin' and dealin' that Chico DeBarge
Stay with that water-water (water-water)
Stackin' up dough for my daughter-daughter (daughter-daughter)
See 88, the new world order
I got your bitch and she takin' orders, woo

I got your bitch and she takin' orders, woo
I just be mixin' up in the water
I just got chickens on top of chickens
I just got bitches on top of bitches
I just got, yeah
I just got, kingpin

I just got bitches on top of bitches
I just got chickens on top of chickens
Everyone know that-
Them niggas tried to 2pac a nigga
But fuck it, bomb on my enemies (on my enemies)
Fuck it, bomb on my enemies, fuck it
Chico De

Fuck it, bomb on my enemies, fuck it, bomb on my enemies
Was that buzzin'? A swarm of them killer B's
I am the fatherless son of Mrs. Billy Jean
Got a killer team, got a guillotine
And we 17, all seven days
With the sand-sand, with the water-water
And like a beach babe, the coke catchin' waves

That's a white girl with a tan
I'm the lifeguard of the trap
I've done seen so many shark attacks
Life is too short, born to Mack
Nigga tried to sell me water whip
I ain't call 'em back, I bought it back
That's why I rather buy it soft and cook it up myself
Now how hard was that?

Damn, I'm whippin' that Chico Debarge! I got a three-car garage
And still got shit all in the driveway, movin' the snow like a bobsleigh
Whip it with water it hydrate, these niggas is salty as phosphate
My pupils is startin' to dilate, we go MMA on MDMA
Kidnap the DA then the DOA, we don't give a fuck 'bout what PO say
Chico get the Yae and we A-okay, I make sure Nae-Nae and Miss Cita straight
DeMeo, he did the Gambino way, Lil Tunechi, I live the Carlito way
Free Tha Carter 5, free the base, I'ma see a way, either way keep the faith
Chico De'

Ain't tryna get hit with that RICO play
That's why we out here playin', "Keep away"
That AK so long we abbreviate
I mix it up quick like a PBJ, I'm over the stove in my PJ's
I got that smoke and that DeRay, I whip that D. Bo, I don't need Craig

I'm on a roll I don't need legs, no such thing as, "I don't need meds"
Extra Xan bars for the sleep heads, sell Adderall to the Pre-Meds
Molly active on the College campus
The dog food got the Chihuahua's braggin'
You lolly gaggin', I'm powder baggin'
Styrofoam full of Cotton candy

Now I'm gone 'cause I'm tired of rappin'
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