Lyrics:
Shawty she straight out of Shanghai
We got them bands from the northside
Better start glowing it up
Blowing it up
Shawty she gangy she throwing it up
Forced out by the angry Russians
The Germans killed twelve million by crushing
The UN sent them back where they came from
To fight outnumbered sixty
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
hobby, I got liquor galore
Steph shit, when I shoot bitch I score
I leveled up in some Christian Dior
Drip hot, it come straight from the store
Ten shots,
needed someone like I need you.
Vocals and synths performed by Chris Hutton
Additional drum programming by Adam Watts
Produced by Chris Hutton and Adam
bagels
Have them like Christians over they head smoking halo
Call me Plato, I philosoph-y
By the brick, then divided it up amongst my guys
Then I
to die for
Can you even imagine a death in the fam from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched
impressionable young children that never had a chance
Growing up in these manors most are doomed from the start
'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill
not hold it over his head
He's probably hanging
By a thread in my mind
(Hear the angels call your name)
So what I'm atheist? raised
In a Christian
a pass, labeled a dirt bag
By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
A part of the pack, but still
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
still say you capping
Keep the FN I ain't never caught lacking
This how it's gone go when you start to get racks in
Hit Chris up soon as I get
fingerprints
Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents
Dead white boys spread across
The coffee table
I don't know maybe I'll start
Me up a record label
Fuck it
Dickslapped..
-by the Devil!
Dickslapped...by the devil!
You fucking christian
I'll dickslap you!
Smacked across the cheek
Satan smiles as you start to weep
Puny
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact, fuck you, don't need you in my life (no)
You done did so much wrong I
Verse 4: [MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]
Now one more time, everybody please get in motion
And get up out your seats to start some comotion
I'm hopin, any nigga
tried to start a fight
With everyone that walked by
But he was so small, that Bareknuckle Chris
That he always had a broken
Nose and two black eyes
we know all the regulations
And the Covid Response Minister
Chris Hopkins
Says get out and spread your legs
I don't remember this from last time
But
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
machine
Figures stack from two to three
Suck him so dry he call me a vasectomy
Pussy so good I got Chris Evans on his knees
Stepping on these hoes with my
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs.
Whut?
I'm from the hood,
Nigga.
I gives a fuck. (I gives a fuck.)
It's in my blood.
Since I was little
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