Chy Cartier - 04

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    [Verse]
    (Bap, Bap)
    A star born in ‘04
    They don’t know the half
    They wanna know more,
    I’m so sure it took a lotta chaos to be this calm
    Behind a chauffeur what’s my ETA?
    My VCA (Van Cleef & Arpels) official from the store
    And I’m real to the core
    Trouble me I make them bring harm
    I can see the fake all in your face
    And when you talk like lip balm
    I go to my Nanny for advice
    She’s like always say your prayers
    Stay protected read this Psalm
    I can’t find the words to explain
    Woke up with all my dreams in my face it’s insane
    You know my name like you don’t know me
    And in nothing they can’t see me
    Cah’ you know that I don’t play fair (Nah)
    I’m always in Mayfair now it’s linguine
    Come up from the concrete
    Now I’m jumping out Bond Street on the way there
    Rip tags, now every room got a en-suite
    They’re big mad.
    [Chorus]
    You keep running up your mouth
    Like you ain’t running up no bread
    B*tch I’m bossed up for real
    Not for fake what I said
    When I get the kettle,
    Gimme the booger bezel they ain’t on my level
    Like I don’t really know what they think in their head
    You do a lot of talking
    Run your mouth like a FED
    Them b*tches too tired, get ‘em fired send it bed.
    Could never be me cah’ that’s dread
    But you heard what I said
    [Verse]
    The same I remain f*ck the fame
    All the times in the rain
    That’s how my flowers came
    No handouts or freebies
    And while they catch Zeze’s
    Me I was up cause why I need Millz
    In the morning eyes bloodshot
    I’m from the hood is that a firework or g*nshot?
    I need a house somewhere pretty in the hills
    I’m grateful but I feel like I need bigger wins
    I’m such a introvert
    I’m changing up my number like I’m losing all my Little Simz
    I could never dwell tryna make my pockets swell
    Like I’m really on to bigger things
    Them b*tches no name, so lame
    But me? I’m in my own lane cocaine Forces
    Remember when they ran up?
    You were standing where the porch is
    Like run from who please?
    The Bentley got two B’s
    I write my bars and never think hard
    You know it’s only new plates
    From I got my pink card
    [Chorus]
    You keep running up your mouth
    Like you ain’t running up no bread
    B*tch I’m bossed up for real
    Not for fake what I said
    When I get the kettle,
    Gimme the booger bezel they ain’t on my level
    Like I don’t really know what they think in their head
    You do a lot of talking
    Run your mouth like a FED
    Them b*tches too tired, get ‘em fired send it bed.
    Could never be me cah’ that’s dread
    But you heard what I said
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