Текст песни TM88, Pi'erre Bourne, Wiz Khalifa - Chit Chat

Pi'erre Balmain, Balmain
Haha, 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, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
Okay, 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'll be cautious with it
Make em' sick, I got em' nauseous
Cullinan, wonder what it, 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 a hundred for verses
Then fuck, it my record is perfect don't listen to
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy (hahaha)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat
All this chit chat, huh, ayy (uh)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat
All this chit chat, huh, ayy (it's gang-gang over everything, so)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat (fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch?)
All this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
Whole clique fresh, look like Issa
I get cheese like it's 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 stacked three meters
Niggas bitches, niggas divas
Beat the pussy up like Tina
I'll be Martin, you'll be Gina
We gon' kick it like it's FIFA
I got liquor, I got 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, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, ayy
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh, yeah
Yeah