TM88, Pi’erre Bourne, Wiz Khalifa — Chit Chat

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[Pi’erre Bourne:]
Pi’erre Balmain (Balmain)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
Yeah
Say it with your chest nigga

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
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All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Okayyyy!
I might fuck once, I don’t wanna call the bitch back
This ain’t regular all this KK in a big bag
See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks
He at home, he tryna find out where his bitch at
All these niggas, you ain’t practice you ain’t balling with us
Put my all in, you be conscious with it
Make em’ sick, I got em’ nauseous
Cullinan wonder what it cost
I ain’t just come up, I been putting work in lil nigga
Grindin’ for mine that’s for certain
Now I get 100 for verses, And fuck it my record is perfect
Don’t listen to

[Pi’erre Bourne:]
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

Whole clique fresh, look like Easter
I get cheese like its pizza
I’m getting bread look like pita
I’m with Yeezy, no Adidas
You rock Yeezy, I just seen him
I get richer with my Visa
Murakami stack 3 meters, niggas bitches, niggas divas
Beat the pussy up like Tina
I’ll be Martin you’ll be Gina
We gon’ kick it like its FIFA
I like liquor, I like reefer
Let’s get baked, like Anita
Smokin’ paper, Wiz Khalifa
Stackin’ paper, I’m a reader
Sick of these niggas, I got a fever

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)
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All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)