Wiz Khalifa - @ChitChat lyrics

[Intro: Pi'erre Bourne] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Yeah Say it with your chest ni**a [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I might fu*k once, I don't wanna call the b*tch back This ain't regular all this KK in a big bag See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks He at home he tryna find out where his b*tch at All these ni**as, you ain't practice you ain't balling with us Put my all in you be conscious with it Make em' sick, I got em' nauseous Cullinan wonder what it cost I ain't just come up I been putting work in lil ni**a Grindin' for mine that's for certain Now I get 100 for verses, And fu*k it my record is perfect [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh [Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne] Whole clique fresh, look like [?] I get cheese like its pizza I'm getting bread look like pita I'm with Yeezy, no Adidas You rock Yeezy, I just seen him I get richer with my visa Murakami stack 3 meters, ni**as b*tches, ni**as divas Beat the pussy up like Tina I'll be Martin you'll be Gina We gon' kick it like its fifa I like liquor, I like reefer Let's get baked, like Anita Smokin' paper, Wiz Khalifa Stackin' paper, I'm a reader Sick of these ni**as, I got a fever [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh