Chipmunk (chip) - R.N.F. lyrics

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Chipmunk (chip) - R.N.F. lyrics

[Intro - Chip:] You know You know it's crazy when you have Deja Vu Like once a month [Hook - Jeremih:] Yeah Can't remember what the Hell I did Or how the Hell I got here But all I know is n***as wanna talk Cause the baddest b**hes round here We ain't going nowhere, Going nowhere, Here for ever So f** what they say, No, we don't play Real n***as for ever (for ever) [x3] [Interlude - DJ Drama:] Chip, let 'em know [Verse 1 - Chip:] Pour me another shot I'm in the zone Came by myself but I ain't leaving on my own (nahh) Loving it in places I'm ashamed to say I go In the strip club trying to find the next Amber Rose The higher goes my salary, The lower goes my sanity I'm puffing on this blunt Got me battling with gravity Find myself catching feelings, I destroyed them Cus' most these girls I'm f**ing got a boyfriend I'm going in, I'm going in, I'm going in (Yeah) London Boy in town you know I do my f**ing thing Ciroc for my n***as Champs' for the b**hes Can I get a witness But there ain't no love for snitches It's the life I want to live until I'm buried Number of girls I don't count on too many But time moves on, But people don't change Can't remember last night, I bet tonight will be the same (for real) [Hook] [Verse 2 - T.I.:] Hey s**er n***as be hating But f** it, I get money though Honey blonde rolls Roller-skating with a bunch of hoes He ain't the hustle, I don't give a sh** about it Probably catch me rollin' or mallin', Menagin' on a friday All we do is party, Keep it real with n***as Who dun' kept it real since n***as Was sharing buffalo wing dinners What's the definition in the wing-winners Can police just keep a p**y Which I have been with her You see the King with her, Then praying he ain't hit her We G-D-O-D We M-O-D My n***as green-getters You throwing money All she want to do is roll the L Then pop a pill While I beat it till' that p**y swell They want me back in jail Ain't doubt I'll hate her for you, Cus I'm playing with bout' fifty mil Kick that flavour to ya' (uhh) You don't like it do ya'? Still the fact remain, Hustle Gang, Real n***as Some things never change. [Hook]