Name: Chick Fil A by Lil Tism
Duration: 2 min 27 s
Description: Chick fil a

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up

[Verse 1]
Flow so cold feel like ice
I pay this shit no matter the price
I shake her up like im throwing the dice
Eating the caviar over the rice
I drive the foreign down into nice
You already know that this aint on a lease
Never no crashing keep it one piece
Unlike luke I know how to fleece
I know how to fleece I know how to drive
Gimme some head if you wanna ride
End up dead if you never slide
Gain some bread I'm always on high tide
This aint no sci fi this is real life I
Always tell the truth
Don't believe me check my bank account
You know I planted my roots
Up in the game I go insane
1, 2, 3 shots in the club on a plane
1, 2, 3 shots to the head hit your brain
1, 2, 3 hits on the chart make it rain
I play games but this aint fortnight 
Im a dog but i got more bite 
Bitch Ima dog but I aint got no leash 
I melt this ice and it turn into grease

[Chorus]
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up

[Verse 2]
Hoes they ridin me oh they ridin me
Oh everytime I g-go I gotta bring
Every single bro with no time to think
Travelin all the roads no stoppin me
Yeah I dont even know what the fuck kinda dude
Wouldnt pass a few brews you lose its cool
Is it worth to cut through the thick skin that you grew
Yeah I dont know I dont know I dont know
But I do know that I gotta go soon
So Im gonna do what Im sposed to
Im gonna say if you say if you 
Say if you say if you

[Chorus]
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your hands up
If you got a bunch of money bitch put your bands up
I been saving up to get my grands up tell em if you aint a bitch
Then you gotta represent you better stand up

Bands Up

Lyrics:

[Chorus: Lil Tism]
So many rounds in this clip, I take a shit 
Throw that shit back, grab on her tits
Nut on her breast, she suck and she lick
We fucking around until sunrise at 6

[Verse: Lil Tism]
Sunrise at 6 huh 
We gon fuck and get lit
Never take L’s and never gon quit
I take the percys you know they legit
Fuck around n you gonna find out
We go in deep not the safe route
I got my crack at the trap house
We selling dope in the south
We are the cats and you are the mouse
I hate the feds cause they be like cows
Poppin like dennis we get the rebound
Knocking your ass down down
She wonder how she wonder how 
She wonder how I got all of this fame
She wonder now I wonder now
How she can give me all of her brain

[Chorus: Lil Tism]
So many rounds in this clip, I take a shit 
Throw that shit back, grab on her tits
Nut on her breast, she suck and she lick
We fucking around until sunrise at 6
So many rounds in this clip, I take a shit 
Throw that shit back, grab on her tits
Nut on her breast, she suck and she lick
We fucking around until sunrise at 6

[Verse 2: Slim III]
Nah bitch, i aint purchasing no tracks
Gonna get my money, many racks
I got no limit, boutta be at my max
Not to mention gonna blow out all the backs
Yeah you cant even see me
You at the size of a pea
Can't even imagine
The size of your wee
With your sis and mom I call that a three (sum)
They so easy
Absolutely free
What the fuck was that ad
Share your sister with my comrade
Try not to become a dad
So good to her when i leave she be sad
Always in her head
Spread her on the bed
Leaving her on read
You know I makin the bread

[Chorus: Lil Tism]
So many rounds in this clip, I take a shit 
Throw that shit back, grab on her tits
Nut on her breast, she suck and she lick
We fucking around until sunrise at 6
So many rounds in this clip, I take a shit 
Throw that shit back, grab on her tits
Nut on her breast, she suck and she lick
We fucking around until sunrise at 6

Sunrise & 6 (feat. Slim III)

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Automatic shots automatic swish
Automatic bullets mean the automatic hits
Automatic roof drop the top showin tits
Park the coupe in the lot crashing in like a blitz
Full auto mag in this full auto clip
Going to the autoshow coppin new whips
Buying this shit like every fifth
Grand theft auto just waitin for the sixth

[Verse 1]
One yeah, I got bitches always thinking Im the one yeah
I been killing up this beat but I aint done yeah
I been cooking up the beets in the sun yeah
I do everything and anything I want yeah
Poppin all the pills gon leave you numb 
You gon die little bitch are you dumb
Im just looking out for your life
You better think twice for you wake up in the sky

[Refrain]
No I dont mean the high you get
From swallowing all the percocets
I cant tell the future but molly aint right
Homie Imma always want you by my side
We can grab the hoes and go for a ride
We can swim in the water go for a dive
Doing bump after line to the end of time

[Chorus]
Automatic shots automatic swish
Automatic bullets mean the automatic hits
Automatic roof drop the top showin tits
Park the coupe in the lot crashing in like a blitz
Full auto mag in this full auto clip
Going to the autoshow coppin new whips
Buying this shit like every fifth
Grand theft auto just waitin for the sixth

[Verse 2]
Fuel up pull up then this bitch goes crazy
Pleaser pleaser I been switching up the ladies
Slam her to the floor and you know it's never 80
Higher than the limit we don't care about no safety
Take off the top Im off the lot she make it drop 
I make it hot turn on the stovetop
We be the best relieve the stress this ain't a test
Hard to impress less you going for the record
No this ain't song boy this a fucking record
Every time I race you know I'm never coming second 
Not even close no we ain't counting by the second
We be counting by the minute you should be threatened
My bitch so thick she be like Texas
I don't fuck with none of my ex's
They asked me out for some breakfast
They get a no in less than a second
Imma leave these gingas guessing
Hit em wit a smith and wesson
They know that I aint messing
All this green I need some dressing
You a bitch what I'm addressing
You get the message yeah

[Chorus]
Automatic shots automatic swish
Automatic bullets mean the automatic hits
Automatic roof drop the top showin tits
Park the coupe in the lot crashing in like a blitz
Full auto mag in this full auto clip
Going to the autoshow coppin new whips
Buying this shit like every fifth
Grand theft auto just waitin for the sixth

Chick Fil A

Lil Tism

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