MadeinTYO - Chucky Cheese lyrics

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MadeinTYO - Chucky Cheese lyrics

[Intro] Ooh K. Swish Yeah [Chorus] Fill the room with the juice (Juice), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh) 'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda' cute (Skrr-skrr) Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chucky Cheese (Wax) Tats on my chest (Racks), yeah, they down my sleeves (Ooh) Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh) 'Dat bih 'fye (Well), yeah she kinda' cute (Brrr) Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chucky Cheese (Ooh) Tats on my chest (Skrr-skrr), yeah, they down my sleeves [Verse 1] Yeah, yo a** on, back it up, yeah baby jump (Ooh) Elephant foreign, got that trunk in the front (Skrr-skrr) Whole private club with me, baby, this ain't what you want When I touch down in yo city, better have that f**in' blunt (Skrr) If I ain't on your playlist, you ain't really jammin' (No) Pockets on Cesar Salad, yeah, with the salmon (Racks) Drop a tape so hot, got a n***a tannin' (Skrr) Yeah, a n***a jammin' Ball like Peyton Manning (Yeah) Ooh, had to run it up, throw a hundred up (Ooh) Smoke smoke, yeah, never want it, bruh (Ooh) Had to run it up, throw a hundred up, uh Smoke smoke smoke, they never want it, bruh (Ooh) [Chorus] Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot 'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda' cute (Skrr-skrr) Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chucky Cheese (Wax) Tats on my chest (Racks), yeah, they down my sleeves Fill the room with the juice (Yeah), that's a lotta' loot (K. Swisha) 'Dat bih 'fye (K. Swisha), yeah she kinda' cute (Ooh) Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chucky Cheese (Ooh) Tats on my chest (Ooh), yeah, they down my sleeves (Yeah) [Verse 2] Ooh, yeah, she drip on the booth (Ooh) Think she got a man, but she interested in who (Skrr-skrr) Ballin' out at Lenox like a n***a f**in' hoop (Racks) n***as can't hook, so they wanna f**in' shoot (Wild) n***a in her throat, yeah, I need that couchie, too (Skrr) My son rock designer, yeah, true Gucci proof (Skrr) I salute the troop (Skrr) Big boy coupe (Skrr) How you got money, stands taller than you (Wham) Yeah, a n***a blessed (Racks), n***a, achoo (Racks) n***as talk sh** (Gat), but won't at you (Wham) n***as talk sh** (Skrr) when there's smoke we at you (Yuh) Private club (Yuh), 2018, ooh [Chorus] Fill the room with the juice (Juice), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh) 'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda' cute (Skrr-skrr) Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chucky Cheese (Wax) Tats on my chest (Racks), yeah, they down my sleeves (Ooh) Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh) 'Dat bih 'fye (Well), yeah she kinda' cute (Brrr) Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chucky Cheese (Ooh) Tats on my chest (Skrr-skrr), yeah, they down my sleeves [Outro] Hey, hey, run me back K.Y. K.Y., run me back That's hard Okay, I'ma come out there