JUE LAN

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Chow Lee - Rap

JUE LAN

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[Intro] Okay, alright, let's go [Chorus] She say the pussy 'bout right She say the pussy 'bout rizzy Diamonds is VV, don't turn on the light You see it clearing the picture I'm sippin' syrup, I ain't drinkin' no liquor Her pussy was already wet, I'ma lick her My 'ooter been itching, he been movin' relentless He a flock broad day like he [?] So keep my name out your mentions Damn it, he missed, I'ma 'venge him I need a fifteen, it's green like a tennis ball I need an RP, it's yellow like lemons Twelve on the fronto, kill him, then inhale him Okay, pay for the shh- I'ma Zelle him I put that shit on My shooter, he got that shit on him I put on drip with sticks on [Verse] Shе don't mind askin' who she got lit off (Yeah) She startеd fuckin' my spin-off (Skrrt) I bust a play then I spin off (Ha) I sold him cut drink, had a win off I know I said "For my cousin," so I'm flipping my kin off These shits go with everything so I ain't taking these Ricks off And that's word to Lonny Lizza That's really my slime, my lizard He gon' fuck her if she got a sister I pulled a bitch, she was pissin' me off, she ain't licking me, she started suckin' my pisser I hit this bitch with the trickery I'm in my bitch crib, but I just told her I miss her But the gag is I miss her All these bitches wanna do is wear Christian Told this bitch I'ma take her to Jue Lan 'Cause my name is Chow Lee and I'm lit-lit If you think niggas care about nip-slips I'm tryna bust on your lip-lips I do not hang with no weirdos We cut his legs off, 'cause he was tryna fake kick shit [Chorus] She say the pussy 'bout right She say the pussy 'bout rizzy Diamonds is VV, don't turn on the light You see it clearing the picture I'm sippin' syrup, I ain't drinkin' no liquor Her pussy was already wet, I'ma lick her My 'ooter been itching, he been movin' relentless He a flock broad day like he [?] So keep my name out your mentions Damn it, he missed, I'ma 'venge him I need a fifteen, it's green like a tennis ball I need an RP, it's yellow like lemons Twelve on the fronto, kill him, then inhale him Okay, pay for the shh- I'ma Zelle him I put that shit on My shooter, he got that shit on him I put on drip with sticks on

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  • Chow Lee