Lyrics:
still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nigga, I'ma turn shit out
Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights out,
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
Thomas Shelby sous son béret, chaussettes hautes comme un acteur porno
J'suis Sébastien Loeb dans un rallye, j'drive-by sur ces relous et je fume mes
appartient à ceux qui s'donnent les moyens, donc j'me donne les moyens, et j'peux me lever tard
Tant que j'reste pas en stand-by
Que l'horizon m'enjaille
Assez
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets full
Ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'Cris
Then we head to A T L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin'
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet
I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa
Geezy like to shine
Drink Don, Moet, and Cris
See that's the finest
'cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they
'cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
with the kit
I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?"
I said, "Hello my name is Parrish"
"Hi, my name is Cris"
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yes"
"What will
of the girls say, oooh ooh ooh oh
It's Mister W.W oooh ooh ooh oh
Putting it down with Cris Cab oooh ooh ooh oh
Double C, talk to 'em
There's something about
puffin Havana
Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
You rockin Big John's, your watch is
Swangin, still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nia I'ma turn shit out
Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights
just left
Good girls don't grow on trees
Woah, she's like a diamond out the rough
You know the good girls tainted by the bad world
The good girls
problems, but if you want 'em we can dance hoe
Higher, higher, put a little Henn' in that Cris'
It'll make you righter, nicer, drunk as fuck but don't get it
of me, sincerely
I'm Israeli, machetes is cris, Swiss and Bailey's
Snuggled up, mink on, call it a cover up
Just like two murders in the hood, I'mma double
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