CHETTA - PLUTO (Instrumental) | ReProd. tribe

CHETTA - PLUTO
Original Producer - Dirty Vans
Chetta - Pluto Lyrics
(hook)
Why my figga getting bigger
Why im clutching on the trigger
Why he sip codeine not no liquor
Swear my cup getting thicker
Swear my money come quicker
Drop a bag get ya issue
On the block with my hitta
Think you got me
How you figure
Six figure boy
Thats before rap
Six in my cup
That lil night cap
Say you down bad
Boy you all cap
I be counting money fast
Got my fingers cramp
Got my fingers cramping oww
Why my money dancing now
Pop a xan keep passing out
Mix and match my fashion wow
How my drip be dripping now
Watch ya step keep slipping out
Slow ya roll
The totem pole
Keep lipping out
Get a check
And buy my bitch givenchy wow
Kilo for the stress
Ima flip the frown
Smiling when i pass
Damn i need a crown
Baking soda odor
Cook my heart colder
Ima young never give a hold up
Ima need to roll up
Put me down
Percy in my soda
Baby boy a soulja
Let me drown
Keys to the rover
Ima bit closer
Feeling down
Still feeling down
Still feeling down
Still feeling down
But bitch look at me now
(hook)
Six in the morning
Still fucking rolling
Six milligrams
I be fucking loaded
Say it ain't true
But you fucking know it
Ive been counting all these problems
Got my feelings showing
Got my feelings showing now
Cut my chest and thaw it out
Clear the scene
Im airing out
Draco laughing
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