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Madeintyo - Chucky Cheese Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh
K. Swisha
Yeah

[Chorus]
Fill the room with the juice (Juice), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh)
'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda cute (Skrr-skrr)
Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Wax)
Tats on my chest (Racks), yatted on my sleeves(Ooh)
Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh)
'Dat bih 'fye (Well), yeah she kinda cute (Brrr)
Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Ooh)
Tats on my chest (Skrr-skrr), yatted on my sleeves

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yo' ass on, back it up, yeah, baby jump (Ooh)
Elephant foreign, got that trunk in the front (Skrr-skrr)
Whole private club with me, baby, this ain't what you want
When I touch down in yo' city, better have that fuckin' blunt (Skrr)
If I ain't on your playlist, you ain't really jammin' (No)
Pockets on Cesar Salad, yeah, with the salmon (Racks)
Drop a tape so hot, got a nigga tannin' (Skrr)
Yeah, a nigga jammin'
Ball like Peyton Manning (Yeah)
Ooh, had to run it up, throw a hundred up (Ooh)
Smoke smoke, yeah, never want it, bruh (Ooh)
Had to run it up, throw a hundred up, uh
Smoke smoke smoke, they never want it, bruh (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot
'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda cute (Skrr-skrr)
Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Wax)
Tats on my chest (Racks), yatted on my sleeves
Fill the room with the juice (Yeah), that's a lotta' loot (K. Swisha)
'Dat bih 'fye (K. Swisha), yeah she kinda cute (Ooh)
Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Ooh)
Tats on my chest (Ooh), yatted on my sleeves (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, yeah, she drip on the booth (Ooh)
Say she got a man, but she interested in who (Skrr-skrr)
Ballin' out at Lenox like a nigga fuckin' hoop (Racks)
Niggas can't hook, so they wanna fuckin' shoot (Wild)
Nigga in her throat, yeah, I need that coochie, too (Skrr)
My son rock designer, yeah, true Gucci proof (Skrr)
I salute the troop (Skrr)
Big boy coupe (Skrr)
How you got money, stands taller than you (Wham)
Yeah, a nigga blessed (Racks), nigga, achoo (Racks)
Niggas talk shit (Gat), but won't at you (Wham)
Niggas talk shit (Skrr) when there's smoke we at you (Yuh)
Private Club (Yuh), 2018, ooh

[Chorus]
Fill the room with the juice (Juice), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh)
'Dat bih 'fye (Woo), yeah she kinda cute (Skrr-skrr)
Yeah, she want a slice (Well), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Wax)
Tats on my chest (Racks), yatted on my sleeves (Ooh)
Fill the room with the juice (Skrr-skrr), that's a lotta' loot (Ooh)
'Dat bih 'fye (Well), yeah she kinda cute (Brrr)
Yeah, she want a slice (Yeah), I got Chuck E. Cheese (Ooh)
Tats on my chest (Skrr-skrr), yatted on my sleeves

[Outro]
Hey, hey, run me back
K.Y. K.Y., run me back
That's hard
Okay, I'ma come out there