Yeah
Chet
English
Yeah
Yeah
Chet
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
Yeah
And it's
Chet English
Welcome to the genius
Rollin' up the doobies
Since he was a fetus
Knit that shit tight
The flows are so seamless
Known to drown hoes
With loads and feed penis, uh
Chet came through askin' "Where the moneys at?"
Roll up to the teller
Pull the gun
And fill the duffle bag
Sell that gram to kids who 17
And get a hunnid cash
Always sporting John Lennon shades
And a stocking cap
The most hated, uh
Most shameless, uh
The most ignorant, uh
Words to fill brains with, uh
The most aimless
The shots he keeps taking
Cops can't contain him
Turn pigs to bacon
Word now
If you see Chet creepin'
You got-a-got-another 20 seconds of breathin'
The main reason heart stop beatin' is
Chet English grab game demon
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It's Chet English, fiend for these bitches
Chet
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Now watch the motherfuckin' wildest bitch 'cause it's
Chet
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Chet
Chet
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Chet
The insane pen game cocaine is
Chet
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Chet
Now let Chet commence with this bullshit
He's the worst with behavior
Just a slave to the pen, and a whore to the paper
Off from the cross, it's the rap game savior
Rose from the dead, slit throats wit his sabre
Chet got the saucin', Chet got the flavor
Stabbed two swords through your dome
Like I played for the Raiders
Damn, he's in your backyard postin'
A great white, like I came from the ocean
That mothafucka's in ya front lawn wasted
Or in your grandma's room half naked
Strapped wit two Glocks and hands to spill brains with
Known to chug cans, and brew and eat pavement, uh
Chet English, young Jesus
Say cheese when he snap clean shots of you sleepin', uh
Lock ya doors and close the blinds
Chet loads the 9 and blows your mind, uh
Chet
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Chet
Chet
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Chet
It's Chet English, fiend for these bitches
Chet
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Chet
Chet
T
Chet
Now watch the motherfuckin' wildest bitch 'cause it's
Chet
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Chet
Chet
T
Chet
The insane pen game cocaine is
Chet
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Now let Chet commence with this bullshit