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Lyrics: Chip – See Through

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[Intro: Kida Kudz & Maleek Berry]
Yayayaya, woah
Jiggy
Yayaya, yo
Berry pon dis
Chippy and Kida, ya ya, oh ya ya
Chippy and Kida, ya ya, ayy
Jiggy boyz, uh-huh

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
I’mma keep it G wit you (I’mma keep it G)
You are 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 jugg that’s waste
I don’t want you in my space, yea

[Verse 1: Chip]
Ya, On the mission, God got him
Niggas only hit you when they wan’ somethin’
Bitches never hit you when you aren’t poppin’
So bitches never hit you cah you aren’t poppin’
Show me your colours, I believe you
You think you’re all pape’ 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 cane and ables
Eyes closed, I can spot the Judist at the table
So mek a man try bite the hand that feeds
Take wah I bring to the table when I leave

[Pre-Chorus: Chip]
Big man ting, them cyan’t tek mi fi a yute
Tek weh myself, before yuh tek mi fi a fool
I ain’t colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels
Man a starboy so mi mek starboy moves

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
I’mma keep it G wit you (I’mma keep it G)
You are 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 jugg that’s waste (Mhm)
I don’t want you in my space, yea

[Verse 2: Chip]
A wah di raas, a wah di bumba
Left the fucka dem pon the old numba
If he’s on my mind when I touch the pad
Ain’t no dance when I find the clap
Jealousy they comin’ for me oh it’s not a ting
Shakin’ niggas off like my show [?]
Like why they switchin’ sides on Chippy bruh
He a six, or a nine, niggas iffy uh
Unnu ‘llow 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 what’s the banana in Bahamas

[Pre-Chorus: Chip]
Big man ting, them cyan’t tek mi fi a yute
Tek weh myself, before yuh tek mi fi a fool
I ain’t colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels
Man a starboy so mi mek, ya

[Bridge: Kida Kudz]
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 (The dough)
Jiggaz they be ringin’ my phone
Gyalies never leave the boy alone (Mh-mh)
You know, how the story goes

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
I’mma keep it G wit you (I’mma keep it G)
You are 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 jugg that’s waste
I don’t want you in my space, yea

[Outro: Kida Kudz]
Chippy and Kida, ya ya, oh ya ya
Chippy and Kida, ya ya, ayy

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