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to call me by
My rap name
I'm underground like a slave in the rap game. 
I'm in the club
Dunking on them like Lebron James
Bitch I goes in and I goes off

Bitch I cook it up

Geist, poltergeist 

Bitches drinking up

Poltergeist





Move off the strength 

Yeah by my dolo

Fucking these broads

Don't

the underground culture whispered to my ears that i'm too sick
Cole world like it's 2 6 investments got a steak Ruth's chris
They be trying to throw a wrench it i

to Malibu
I rented the challenge too
Her feelings are valid too
But I'm getting this Cali poon
I finish and calling it quits
I'm hitting up my nigga Chris
I

really that nigga
Run me that money, need all of my ends
If i'm by myself or with all of my friends
Might go retarded and fuck up this party
No stunna

her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't

Hey! What's your name? Oh, that's nice
Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though
I'm eighteen, you from around here?
Oh, you look like my next

the race director up
At the race and said
"Hey, Chris I want to do your race"
So, we had a long conversation you know
I was much heavier then
I’m around

Hook
Man I can’t 
Stop til you know that Diffy made it  man I won’t 
Stop til I’m A List when I’m graded  man I can’t 
Stop til I got a lot

the beats
shit like hip hop
i prolly get hit in the oscar like i'm chris rock
used to be in music, but i started with the beatbox
talk a lotta shit, yeah i

ain't blood I don't trust you
If you blood still don't trust you
Young thug poppin Chris wit a breezy
Bout to go crazy
Fresco papi feet sponsored by yeezy

Gang, gang, gang, bang, bang, bang
gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look

Turn up,

Yeah
I'm a try to go all the way through on this one
Check, look, look
Geronimo, here to bring the wave when the tide is low
Try to keep your head

Leaving You

Hurricane Chris

51/50 Ratchet

2007

probably just with some freaks.
Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just

feed her some Pedigree
I sip purple, I sip on that Barney, this not that Bacardi
Geeked like Urkel, Loco bitch I'm gnarly, pockets fat Chris Farley
I

straight through his teeth
Ain't forget about Chris, he'll get rocked out his sneaks
When I up the big chop it's gon' make 'em retreat
I'm makin' this easy

Big Bang Chris
This the intro for no excuses
Starr county the land of the trill
Puro pinche 956 cuhhh
What you know bout being trill huh
What you

make sense
Ask why I'm so tense?
I'm in the belly of the beast
Knee deep in the trench
Get killed by ya friends
Ain't hard to comprehend
Make a nigga

smells
And through him down a well, yeah he said he'd give me hell but
I ain't runnin' and I'm really looking stunnin'
'Cuz I'm 'bout to go with someone

the loss and then free that shit
Lick up some bars, cross em off this list
Oh, you ain't never heard of this Chris?
Bitch, I'm going infrared
Never been,

bitch, better get out the way
When I walk up in the club, I'm like Kanye
Everybody hate me just like Chris, better get out my way
Look, bitch, suckin'

Yeah, I'm back bro
Turn this all the way up like Fat Joe
I don't need a bank for the bag though
Hide it in the elevator and call it a cash flow

Aisu Fangu Interlude 
(Intro Hook) (0:00 - 0:17)
Pablo my name ... I like em Spanish too but, love u Elaine ... something that Ban wud do I’m, cold/

On top, don't fall off
Give you pumps, no sawed off
Can't fuck no bitches out here raw dog
Can't be solo when I withdraw
Throw the assist like I'm Chris