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Kevin Gates - Chico Lyrics

If mi carnales have a calling card
My [?] voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reaper in
Grabbing five, I can throw you ten

Kd said that he don't want to sell to nobody
Probably cause he don't want to tell on nobody
You and them niggas ain't scaring nobody
Just left Mississippi, they bout the grabbage
You know how I'm acting
Say there go shawty, we jump in the maximum
And she do the driving
I like her, I passenger
My wait therapeutic
I type in my phone while I listen to music
Now we in Houston
Fucking with broads and miniature [?]
Said did somebody shoot me
Breadwinner came, pull up in [?]
Promoters want posters that all of you know
what I told em
You know it's gone cost you, [?]

If mi carnales have a calling card
My [?] voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reaper in
Grabbing five, I can throw you ten

It's gone jive when they come recompress
Break down, rebuild, repack, reseal
I'm just saying, what you mean what it is?
Cameras on all Tvs in the crib
Yeen really this, I ain't that, what the fuck?
Serve your chain up, get the thing in the club
[?] off, call off, phone keep blowing up
Street nigga Bread Winner sign, we throwing up
I was in the kitchen on the floor with the bag
Butcher knife, cutting through the blocks on the slab
Newspaper on, get to shake [?]
Country boy need 50 so I got to get him fast
Four hundred 48 grams on the scale
Money counter going dumb, I ain't tripping on the smell
Say they really need it I can put it in the air
Front door step if I put it in the mail

If mi carnales have a calling card
My [?] voodoo, he can go to war
My Jamaican bring the reaper in
Grabbing five, I can throw you ten