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Chip, Kida Kudz

Ya-ya-ya-ya, woah Jiggy Ya-ya-ya, yo Berry pon dis Chippy and Kida, ya-ya Oh, ya-ya Chippy and Kida, ya-ya Ayy Jiggy boyz, uh-huh I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G) You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit' you All eyes, I can see through you 'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake) I can see it in your face (face) I can see the Judas ways I don't want you in my space, yeah Yeah, on the mission, God got him Niggas only hit you when they want somethin' Bitches never hit you when you aren't poppin' So bitches never hit you 'cause you aren't poppin' Show me your colors, I'll believe you You think you're opaque, but you're see through And less is more when it comes to people So if I cut you off, I didn't need you Undertakers and Kanes, turn into Cain and Abels Eyes closed, I can spot the Judas at the table So mek a man try bite the hand that feeds Take what I bring to the table when I leave Big man ting, them cyaan tek mi fi a yute Tek weh myself before yuh tek mi fi a fool I ain't color blind to the red eyes on my jewels Man a starboy, so mi mek starboy moves I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G) You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit' you All eyes, I can see through you 'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake) I can see it in your face (face) I can see the Judas ways (mm-hmm) I don't want you in my space, yeah A wah di raas, a wah di bumba? Left the fucka dem pon a old numba If he's on my mind when I touch the pad Ain't no dance when I fund the clap Jealousy, they comin' for me, oh, it's not a ting Shakin' niggas off like my show that fiya fling Like why they switchin' sides on Chippy, bruh? He a six, or a nine, niggas iffy, uh Unnu 'low mi wit the drama I'd rather be under a palm tree in Palma Dem gyal nuh want you, they want ballers From Ghana, but wants banana in the Bahamas Big man ting, them cyaan tek mi fi a yute Tek weh myself before yuh tek mi fi a fool I ain't color blind to the red eyes on my jewels Man a starboy, so mi mek, yeah Fake jiggaz on my road (my road) Didn't wanna see the boy blow (blow) Didn't wanna see the boy go (go) Didn't wanna see the boy grow (grow) Now we gettin' to the dough (to the dough) Jiggaz, they be ringin' my phone Gyalies never leave the boy alone (mm-mm) You know how the story goes I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G) You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh) I can't even chill wit' you All eyes, I can see through you 'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake) I can see it in your face (face) I can see the Judas ways (mm-hmm) I don't want you in my space, yeah Ayy Ayy Chippy and Kida, ya-ya Oh, ya-ya Chippy and Kida, ya-ya Ayy

Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Maleek Shoyebi, Olukayode OdesanyaLyrics © BMG Rights ManagementLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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