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What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin' Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin' Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin' Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin' Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin' Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin' Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen I had big waps, hurt my wrist from the kick back Click-clack, roll up on 'em in the pitch black Switching sides, now a nigga wanna switch back Said I ain't a pussy, I was talking big facts Niggas wanna talk, niggas wanna chit-chat On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit-Kat Dressed in all black, fresher than a fuckin' Tic Tac Started from a eight-ball, man, I had to flip that It's Big Smoke, I'm a lion in the jungle, need a lioness I don't like your attitude but I like the dress Lights out, wild sex on the private jet Huh, forty thousand feet, man, I'm highly blessed Touch down, I'm in stu' with the killys YA on the mud, boy, sippy sippy Talkin' psychedelics, then you know I keep it with me Man, I love the psilocybin, yeah, a nigga keep it trippy Letras de cancionesChippy, I got kicked out of school, caught with a kitchen tool Daddy looked me in my eyes, he said, "Son, this isn't you" Having dreams of shottin' raps, big cousin shottin' crack I said, "Dad, I wanna rap ca' I want things that shotters have" Like a Avirex and lighties on sex Little Chippy with the olders from the ends Probably why I saw a key before a tens Traumatic stress, when I reflect, I hold the meds Toronto with my G, on tour, we praise the Lord College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before Pussy, all my niggas winning, you can check the score Match of the day, racks on the chain, cuttin' a cheque for sure They say black don't crack, never been no coward, darg Black and proud, no bounty, Chippy got lion bars Rap or shot a packet, tryna get a Schott jacket What you think, tea and crumpets? In my manor, shots bangin' Gucci slides, he a newbie in the gang, you see him ride Jesus Christ, stab him in his palm like he crucified He ain't hit a movie with me, yeah, he don't know how I ride My shooter crossed his arms and he got a cross eye Diamorphine, said the works there Try more fiends outside the rehab 'Til I find more fiends I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose I've got heroin and coke for the stove Got a bitch from Cardiff, she just told me, "Roll" R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdose Told the kids, "Don't follow my footsteps on the roads" Niggas said he got plaques, we got plaques, we got waps Haha, you ain't got no waps though I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose I've got heroin, I got coke for the stove What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin' Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin' Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin' Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinnin' Every day I praise the Lord, but I'm still sinnin' Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whippin' Ain't nobody, nobody fuckin' with my kitchen From Letras Mania