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Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City
I found maggots on my salad, on the check that's on the tablet
On the hands of a waitress whose a fat chick on the Atkins
Who just happens to be actin'
like I owe her any scratch and that
Food wasn't even crackin' so I'm dippin' at the back
I'm out that jam, up out that jam,
up out that jam, up out that jam, boy
I heard you going HAM boy, I heard you got some fans boy
What happened to that Chan boy?
He used to going ham-mor
You young don't end up Earl
then end up missin' down in Samoa
He got talent, and got talent, and got Marcus and got dad
And got suspended in the challenge,
Andrew Barber and then Fallon
And then Leno and then Helen, you just smokin' for the feelin'
And the high when you unbalanced
don't that shit just feel like heaven?
So fuck with lil nitty, I'm boost I'm kitty
Hoes is just thirsty, my juice just too hittin'
Damn that, you finessin'
Boy you two sips in
And burn two more doobs for my niggas that's missin', RIP
Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City
Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City, Chi-City
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