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CHiNK MONeY - WHiSPeRS Lyrics



CHiNK MONeY - WHiSPeRS Lyrics




You motherf*ckers thought I done fell off
Oh hell naw
I'm the rawest, how many times must I tell y'all?
Special delivery hitting your mailbox
With the dro, man I pack more bows than Kellogg's

Frosted Flakes, you imposters fake
Have you tossed in lakes til you're washed way
That's the cost you pay tryna f*ck with my shit
I got the glue stick, haters stuck to my dick

I'm sick, the best coming out of your stereo
Since Eminem's runnin' out of material
I'm the reason why Jigga retired
Thought I joined Nick's circus, how I'm spittin' that fire

Now I'm hated by all my peers
Cause they fear that my time is near
All I hear is whispers, whispers
Who's putting that bug in your ear?

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walkin' away That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Man, Chink can't rap)
You must be out your f*ckin' mind
Better check your watch, cause you don't know what's the f*ckin' time
Either you're a drunk or you're deaf and blind
I'm clever like Trevor whenever I bust a rhyme

I'm sick with it, these bitches can't get with it
I'm exquisite, these haters too angry to admit it
I'm a menace in the street, steady sippin' Hennessy
Got a chick with an ass so fat she can't fit it in a seat

Nah, let me be real
Her ass is pretty big, but so is the dinner bill
I had to front, cause today in this rap game,
You don't kill, you don't steal, you don't deal, then you're lame

Nobody wants to be themselves, they wanna be the same
As the next guy with the ride and the ice chain
All I hear is whispers, whispers
You complain cause you hate who you are, you're ashamed

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walking away
That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it, when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

I got a few left, I
Do this for Left Eye,
Aaliyah, Jam Master Jay, and who else? Umm
All three Bigs, 2 Pac and one Rick James
Somebody new die cause I'm sick of these same names

You never played Ray Charles in your life
Till they made that movie, now you place him with Christ
Mention Martin Luther King like you're changing your life
Get in the streets and shoot the first black man in sight

Yall ain't right, you're jerkin' me around with no lotion
Have you heard of Soulja Slim besides Slow Motion?
Where's ODB's L-O-V-E?
Does anybody actually own a Big L CD?

Or did you mention him, just to mention him?
So you can come off as sensitive
All I hear is whisperin'
Cause people these days ain't listenin'

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walkin' away
That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it, when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
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You motherf*ckers thought I done fell off
Oh hell naw
I'm the rawest, how many times must I tell y'all?
Special delivery hitting your mailbox
With the dro, man I pack more bows than Kellogg's

Frosted Flakes, you imposters fake
Have you tossed in lakes til you're washed way
That's the cost you pay tryna f*ck with my shit
I got the glue stick, haters stuck to my dick

I'm sick, the best coming out of your stereo
Since Eminem's runnin' out of material
I'm the reason why Jigga retired
Thought I joined Nick's circus, how I'm spittin' that fire

Now I'm hated by all my peers
Cause they fear that my time is near
All I hear is whispers, whispers
Who's putting that bug in your ear?

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walkin' away That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Man, Chink can't rap)
You must be out your f*ckin' mind
Better check your watch, cause you don't know what's the f*ckin' time
Either you're a drunk or you're deaf and blind
I'm clever like Trevor whenever I bust a rhyme

I'm sick with it, these bitches can't get with it
I'm exquisite, these haters too angry to admit it
I'm a menace in the street, steady sippin' Hennessy
Got a chick with an ass so fat she can't fit it in a seat

Nah, let me be real
Her ass is pretty big, but so is the dinner bill
I had to front, cause today in this rap game,
You don't kill, you don't steal, you don't deal, then you're lame

Nobody wants to be themselves, they wanna be the same
As the next guy with the ride and the ice chain
All I hear is whispers, whispers
You complain cause you hate who you are, you're ashamed

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walking away
That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it, when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

I got a few left, I
Do this for Left Eye,
Aaliyah, Jam Master Jay, and who else? Umm
All three Bigs, 2 Pac and one Rick James
Somebody new die cause I'm sick of these same names

You never played Ray Charles in your life
Till they made that movie, now you place him with Christ
Mention Martin Luther King like you're changing your life
Get in the streets and shoot the first black man in sight

Yall ain't right, you're jerkin' me around with no lotion
Have you heard of Soulja Slim besides Slow Motion?
Where's ODB's L-O-V-E?
Does anybody actually own a Big L CD?

Or did you mention him, just to mention him?
So you can come off as sensitive
All I hear is whisperin'
Cause people these days ain't listenin'

Whenever I come around
Nobody opens their mouth
Soon as I'm walkin' away
That's when you got shit to say
But it's behind my back
And none of it is a fact
You can't deny it
Know you like it, when I do what I do

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine

(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
(Music)
Two glock nines
Any mutha f*cka whisperin' about mine
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Writer: DAMieN CHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: CHiNK MONeY
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: DAMieN CHAN

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