CHICHARRONES - Cj Fly

Women calling me papi chulo

Kiss my culo

She eat the dick like it was a churro

Make me duro

I like my chicarons with maduros

Nah I do thou

My bitch a great dame yours poodle nigga toodles

Don’t ask me who you do you think you are?

Do your googles

Could tell you ain’t got that much dough, you a strudel

I paint pictures when I spit raps you just doodle

I always knew that I’d be the shit you just doodoo

Thats was slightly immature

Give me life when I’m on tour

Women wanna do me like I was a chore

Life a beach but I’m not shore

These are beatsbydre not shure

Beat the pussy up until she said she sore

On the road to success put the pedal to the floors

I ain’t perfect my bitch love me with my flaws

Why you asking questions like you with the forces

In a few months you gone see me in the Forbes

Moving out the trenches

To them picket fences

made some lucrative investments

I quadrupled it in interest

Now my taste is so expensive

Came a long way from us cyphing on them benches

Had two identities like I was on my Clark Kent shit

All my goals I’m getting em done

Tryna hit me over head you must think that I’m dumb

Keep a ruler inside the ruger I stick to my guns

Might have to drop a couple bands just to get me a drum

As you could see I’m just having some fun

Yall the type to put a cnote on a stacks on some ones

Stacking my funds

So it’s stashed for my son

Kush pack in my lungs

Got a razor in the back of my tongue

I’m sharp with it

This that authentic

They taking shots

Well I’m bartending

I’m achilles calfs

They tore the wrong tendon

Trust they gone get it

Thats was over your head

I’m off of my meds

My flow is filthy nigga

y’all just a mess