Chip Tha Ripper 25 Wives Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Lyrics 25 Wives

[Intro:]
Yeah, Chip, check it out
25 wives, yeah, wish I could have
Ugh, If I could have 25 wives

[Verse 1 : Chip Tha Ripper]
Just me with all y’all
That’d be so wonderful
Make daddy proud: I love every one of you
My angels: I feel like Flava Flav but sexier
The sex is gonna be messier
But ain’t gonna be no stress in here
We living good all of us
We winning, that’s obvious. We got whips, Cars R Us
We smoke good: it’s foggy, plus
The status: they all mad at us
Teamwork: that’s our recipe for living lavish
Yeah, we get this cabbage
I’m the head coach of the team
If everybody play their position, we can win this thing
Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom
If I got all y’all, there won’t be no sense in cheating
Y’all the truth, got a connection with you all
Ambisexuals
If this ain’t heaven what’s it called? Must be life!
No greater feeling in the world
If I had 25 wives, I would love all my girls

[Hook x2]
I wish I could have 25 wives
We’d all get it poppin’, we’d all get high: that’s fly
If I could have 25 wives
I’d love them all like they love me
We hustle to survive

[Verse 2: Wale]
Got women in every city
Winning in every city
Her body’s been paranormal since buying that pair of t!tties, look
Silicone b!tches got the confidence
But natural b!tches get all my compliments
I ain’t trying to conflict: Nickels to dimes and shit
Make something out of nothing, Nigga, I MacGyver that b!tch
Niggas wild as shit. No rubber, just climb in that b!tch
Take your hat off and get to cuttin: Kung Lao on that b!tch
Mortal Kombat, my shit is beyond rap
I keep it 100 nigga: Warren Moon, Warren Sapp
Hit, I never call her back. Bet she keep on coming back
You keeping her dry, shit, I named that b!tch “Tsunami Cat”
I’m too polished, I ain’t looking for acknowledgement
Put my squad on my back like I’m wearing me a starter jacket
Y’all lame niggas, No b!tches when y’all are out
I get that Ivy League brain, catch me with a dark mouth

[Hook x2]
I wish I could have 25 wives
We’d all get it poppin’, we’d all get high: that’s fly
If I could have 25 wives
I’d love them all like they love me
We hustle to survive

[Outro: Wale]
It’s Double M-G yo
It’s nothing but a motherf-cking undefended free throw
I’m getting each ho
Eyes lower than Ichiro

Chip Tha Ripper 25 Wives Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Out Here Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Lyrics Out Here

[Verse 1]
Making these moves, tryna get this bread
Before I lose, b!tch I’m at your head
Taking that b!tch right up off your neck
Young niggas don’t play ’round where I’m at
Nigga, I’m from Cleveland, heartless killers
E’rybody strapped, nigga mind yo business
Niggas come through, and ain’t even no witness
Don’t get set up by these grimy ass b!tches
Don’t nobody really know where Chip is
‘Til he pull up in something ridiculous
Ridin’ on 4s, we ain’t hittin’ no switches
These ain’t out yet, you can’t get this
Bout’ to put the new school on them 6s
Sitting up high like a Mack truck
Got that hammer on me
Ho ass nigga better back up
I’m out here, fresh as f-ck
With the 40 cal. tucked, nigga f-ck yo luck
Now I’m gon’ drive and she gon’ shoot
Her aim is tight so you niggas better duck
And we laughing all the way to bank, cause shit is funny
Cop a crib and decorate that b!tch, with real money
She intrigued by them whips
That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get
Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing d!ck
That’s my type of chick, I ain’t gotta plead with this b!tch
She ain’t on that none of that corny ass shit
Nigga we’re living this shit for real
Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill
I ain’t showing no love, I ain’t cutting no deals
Stay up out my face, when you see a nigga, chill
When you come to the show, put your hands up high
We up in this ho, we extra fire
Yea they call me the truth, cause a nigga no lie
Throw two up when a nigga ride by

[Hook x2]
Nigga I’m out here, we getting it
Shining, you sick of it
I’m out here, f-ck with me
On the freeway, buck 50
I’m out here, I’m dolo
Got bread now, ain’t no ho
I’m out here (nigga I’m out here)
My nigga I’m out here (nigga I’m out here)

[Verse 2]
Hey boo
Don’t do what I do, b!tch do what I say do
OK boo?
Don’t try to play me and I won’t play you
We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway
650i, no roof, me and my b!tch smoking
DVD watching Coming to America, floating
Nigga we winning
Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow
24s my nigga, we getting it
Cell phone been dead, ain’t nobody seen me in a minute
Nigga, my crib is mostly glass
So you can see us in here living
4 or 5 guns and blunts getting passed
Young niggas doing good, just chilling
I valet in the front
Walk in the club, hitting the blunt
Nigga this how we live for real
No punchlines, I ain’t even tryna stunt
Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho
In VIP, just for me and these hoes
Not giving a f-ck who in this b!tch
Me, I got killers up in here though
St. Claire niggas up in here though
You already know, we got bread to blow
Yea b!tch, I’m hotter than Mexico
So tell a bad b!tch, give me head fa sho
Nigga this Chip, better learn my name
Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game
Tryna f-ck these hoes, make them tat my name
Send a b!tch home, don’t give her no change
Should’ve been a pleasure, f-cking with a boss
If you don’t choose me, b!tch that’s your loss
Eating good, nigga Benihana with shrimp sauce
Know y’all mad, hope you stay pissed off
Me and my b!tch getting tatted up outside
Smoking that shit that make you lose yo mind
Swear to God this young nigga here gon’ shine
F-ck you all up, nigga I’mma get mine

[Hook x2]
Nigga I’m out here, we getting it
Shining, you sick of it
I’m out here, f-ck with me
On the freeway, buck 50
I’m out here, I’m dolo
Got bread now, ain’t no ho
I’m out here (nigga I’m out here)
My nigga I’m out here (nigga I’m out here)

Chip Tha Ripper Out Here Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Low Key Lyrics

Low Key Lyrics Chip Tha Ripper

[Verse 1]
Yeah, in the whip rollin’ up, I don’t give a f-ck
Roll through my hood, say what’s up, they know I’m coming up
Niggas hating all around me, I keep the 40 tucked
Any problems with you niggas I’ll just hit them killers up
We’re chillin’ bruh, yeah these hoes are feelin’ us
You niggas got a shitty swag, that’s why them b!tches here with us
All black everything, clothes and my whips too
Even if I had a chili bowl with a chipped tooth
I could still pull these hoes and they would choose me
Sippin’ that Patron, blowing weed until I’m woozy
Niggas in the club who I don’t f-ck with trying to dap me up
Who is you?
Oh, you’re doing what?
Oh, that’s what’s up
F-ck up out my face though
Ace by the case load
Just me and my nigga Pootie Tang and 38 hoes
Chillin’ up in VIP, now we’re on the balcony
I hold my own, I don’t depend on no one to look out for me

[Hook x2]
Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope that ain’t nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I’m livin’ good
Low key nigga from the wild and crazy hood

[Verse 2]
B!tch you know just what it is, coppin’ whips, coppin’ cribs
Young Cash baby came February 26
Extra good how we live, we ain’t takin’ no more L’s
Shoutout to my nigga lose, gettin’ bread in jail
Gotta eat, gotta be the nigga with the paper
And them brand new J’s, fresh as hell, I ain’t lookin’ for no favors
I get mine like a G, b!tch I pay the whole fee
Ain’t no haggling or trying to make a bargain with me
Got that 650 IR black sittin’ good
Was a broke nigga, now I get this money like I should
Got my mama ridin’ Mercedez, send her money for the bills
About to cop another whip, I ain’t got no record deal
My brother Cudder, he just copped a house up in them hills
Stacks on deck, now I’m trying to get these mills
For the glory, and I want it all at one time
This is real shit, there wasn’t no corny punch lines

[Hook x2]
Maintain, switch a couple lanes while I blow this tree
When I ride by, hope that ain’t nobody notice me
Low key young nigga, yeah I’m livin’ good
Low key nigga from the wild and crazy hood

Chip Tha Ripper Low Key Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Be A Model Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Lyrics Be A Model

[Verse 1]
She was on world star butt naked
Had to be 18 or older just to check it
She got baby oil on in her bedroom
Bunch of dirty laundry all across her bed dude
The head rude, super dome
She backstage but she ain’t no groupie homes
Now you know that’s a lie, she ready for whatever
She’ll f-ck you good and if you pay her, she’ll f-ck you better
I’m a dog, b!tch – can you take a bone?
She on Model Mayhem with too much makeup on
Her and a girl, 2 going at once, plural
We in the hotel and I’m making it rain euros
She stop giving me head and said “What’s these?”
I said “My bad, b!tch. I just came back from overseas.”
And while she out here tryna f-ck for a buck
I got this other b!tch tryna f-ck for a truck

[Hook x2]
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle

[Verse 2]
Bad b!tch from Brazil, spoke Portuguese
She might even let you crack her if you worth some cheese
Out in Ibiza, we smoking trees
Ain’t paying for that ho p-ssy, paying that ho to leave
Don’t get me misunderstood, yes the pimping is good
Got a b!tch in the ‘burbs, got a b!tch in the hood
Legs up, hit it from the front door
Gave her a encore and she still want more
This b!tch talking ’bout take her out to eat on me
My Cali b!tches got that EBT, they eat for free
Ain’t nothing better than good food and crazy dome
She said f-ck that R&B, go throw that Jay-Z on
Long as her hair together, long as her purse is Lou
Nighttime stripper, daytime nursing school
She put her favorite song on and ripped them clothes off
Told her girl to film on the iPhone while she goes off

[Hook x2]
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle
Shawty wanna be a model
She on the internet going full throttle

Chip Tha Ripper Be A Model Lyrics

Chip Tha Ripper Stay Sleep Lyrics

Stay Sleep Lyrics Chip Tha Ripper

(Ft. Krayzie Bone)

[Verse 1 : Chip Tha Ripper]
These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay asleep so they could dream about how we live
It’s when you sleeping on Chip, what?
These niggas sleeping on the kid
Well they can stay sleep so they could dream about how we live
These niggas sleeping on the chip
I ain’t ask for this life, it simply asked for me
It’s so many others who’d do what I do
I wonder how this shit is working for me
We running amok and I ain’t giving a f-ck
My nigga we living it up
Travel the map, tell them sexy hoes to get on the bus
Bottles of Jameson and the goose, while we’re on the tour bus
It’s 4 of us, we’re trying to get these girls to absorb us
Trying to stay focus, back home they want me dead
I can feel it, ain’t nobody got the say it
I’m ready for war at all times
My nigga this shit is so real
I’m trying to cop a couple of cribs around the world
So I could chill stress free and relax
Just 300, some niggas is sorry
Cause we getting paper, they wanna be in on the money
These niggas is not my fam, these niggas is not my comrades
We keeping the circle tight as a Cheerio
That’s how I am gonna last in this world where
Niggas come up off other niggas
We did this, no help from phoney snake in the grass pretenders

[Hook]
What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on Chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

[Verse 2 : Krayzie Bone]
We living the life for real, living it right, nigga we getting it into the night
Mentality due if you are the mind, then you are the sight
My nigga we grind hard
And if that means then we gotta die, then nigga we’ll die hard
But I keep this heat my nigga, on easy
I will light y’all up, like you was rolled up in the blunt
So nigga don’t front, don’t ever run up on me bluffing
Trust you niggas don’t want this
I represent it to the fullest the city is Cleveland
But nigga we gotta believe that it’s our time, go get it and quit blamin’ shit on Lebron
This is 24/7 the grinder, call me greedy the grimer
Cleveland city survivor, guess it’s just in need to rise up
From the bottom of the bill to the southern flash air
They thought I was over miles, give up the game
???
Are you sleeping me?
He must have been dreaming but I can be screamin’
But I can turn that dream into a nightmare

[Hook]
What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on chip
When they could stay sleep so they could dream this shit
What you say these niggas sleeping on the kid
Or they could stay sleep so they could dream about how we live

[Verse 3 : Chip Tha Ripper]
Stay up all night trying to make a better plan
Gotta play chess with life, and don’t never show these niggas your hand
I can do all things, through Christ
Who strengthens me, anything that happens in this crazy life was meant to be
It’s I am from Cleveland, don’t get it confusing
For you got no hustling, you loosing if you step and..
Niggas tripping, I’m trying to learn to be a better person
Don’t f-ck with swag my brother, that shit will kill you for certain thing
I am that perfect verse over a dope beat, don’t be, running up trying to act like you know me
Roll 3 hundred more blunts, I’m trying to smoke G
Saint Clair, original legend…
We off in the club with your b!tch…
Shit’s so real that we can give a f-ck if niggas not convinced
That we living like this
My nigga you must be crazy, if you don’t think doubt because your lady see you must be going nuts

Chip Tha Ripper Stay Sleep Lyrics