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Az Chike - Chariot Lyrics

Chariot LyricsIf you don't feel me, then you'll feel me now, I'm like an edible

Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretched like incredible

Drop it hit, I hit bad bitches by the several

I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule

And she said she on a period, I hope the head serious

Curiosity done killed the cat now I'm furious

Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is

Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot


We going bacc to bacc, racc to racc, US open

Them niggas talking about the tax, thats how you get it stolеn

Your favorite rapper said I'm the onе, I guess I'm really chosen


These niggas bragging off of likes, you just a better poser

These niggas barking with no bite, boy, I can see you molers

I bought a bitch a CLA, and turned her to a chauffeur

I'm going up, she going down, this shit a rollercoaster


I'm taking bitches to the pound town and then I ghost her

Yeah, yeah, I'm really him seven thousand on the fit, yeah, I'm really trim

Turn the diamonds on your pendant up, them bitches dim

These niggas all trying to be like me, they my fuccing sim

When you start balling out the gym

They start liccing limbs

This is million dollar nut baby

Creme de la creme

So tell me how it tastes

Tryna put it in your face, not into your waist

If you don't feel me, then you feel me now, I'm like an edible

Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretch, like incredible

Drop it, hit, I hit bad bitches by the several

I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule

And she said she on a period, I hope to head serious

Curiosity done killed the cat and now I'm furious

Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is

Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot


I just hit a thick bitch, that pussy Fiji water

Send my little crip bitch to come and key ya coffin

Bought a stripe from Walmart, you tryna hit the target

Hun, that brain crazy, but I can tell, bitch, you ain't the smartest

Merchant ran on your mans, then he got poked, hey

If we talking real niggas, you niggas not close

Choppa break a funny bone, but these is not jokes

Bullets hit the tire on his whip, feel like Pot holes


See, this Louis bag is only five in the country

Show me your pussy in ten racks if you really want me

I done popped the Percocet, it took a little honey

I knew I would really kill the pussy once it start to haunt me


All I know is when you was born to lose

I go to war with whoever, I don't pick and choose

My alarm clock was some head, I couldn't hit the snooze

I heard another opp drop, I had to hit my moves


If you don't feel me, then you feel me now, I'm like an edible

Talk crazy, get your Mr. Stretch, like incredible

Drop it, hit, I hit bad bitches by the several

I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule

And she said she on a period, I hope to head serious

Curiosity done killed the cat and now I'm furious

Now I got blood splattered right where my Amiri is

Riding through your city with them horses like a chariot