Chip Muska’s Pro Skater

Lyrics

[Intro: Chip the Ripper] Uh, ay [Verse: Chip the Ripper & Prettyboy Floyd, videogamedunkey] Now, baby, I'm the ripper, your baby daddy's worst nightmare Catch me by the Clair, I'll be right there Niggas copy everything we say Louie frames, eyes lower than my GPA (Uh!) Riding and swervin', kush, I'm blown Doors wide, my trunk bump like Eddy Road (Haha) I don't cake hoes, I never tip the stripper I'm rich, bitch, but you can call me Cheap tha Ripper (Hahaha) Shell toes, yes, Prps There's a man riding a horse on top of my chest (Okay) Polo fresh, I am ze man I be slam dunking Tanqueray shots with LeBron (Haha) Told niggas keep it Carmelo, okay? Rolled past Dave, told him "Hello" and "Hey" Me and Cash in something old on 23's, ho Back window says "Mama mel bicho" Skateboarders grind, I grind, too That's why you can catch me in Chad Muska's Pro Skater