Lyrics:
I know Paul, Paul, yeah
You know but see, yeah, y'all may know him by other names
Hermes, Pan, Ion, You know mm ton of shit
Sperm bank
I didn't
the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
then get ditches pourin liqour out; that's what Chris about Tryna figure out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all
A love story a Love Story
Yes a Love Story that's what it is
You know Chris you're funny
Back when I was in eighth grade I didn't have a clue
Well we
I see your sister staring at me out of the window
She wants to talk to me to learn the things that she don't know
And it's all just part
Chris and .45s they sing like Drake yeah
I’m just cruising by, doin Just Me
You can’t hang with us if you can’t trust me
I be drenched out they say that
of (seen of)
Well equipped to just whip it and make it purr like a kitten
And I'ma have you adi-di-icted to me now (me now)
And all the fast girls wanna
of (seen of)
Well equipped to just whip it and make it purr like a kitten
And I'ma have you adi-di-icted to me now (me now)
And all the fast girls wanna
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
grinding for this cash, We'll be straight by December
Cause I just want to ball all Summer, and grind all Winter
Do some shit that the world gone remember
Uprooted by privilege you choose to ignore
Let me remind you
My skin tone alone is enough to instill fear
Cause y'all know y'all ain't better
You're just
this
I thought I told ya y'all ain't fuckin with Chris
Watch how I give it to em
You'll be amazed with the game displayed in one sentence
I intend
Next thing you know they try to change our sound
Let no man put asunder
Severin' the groups I never blunder
Cashin' all the checks on the mic
I
Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris"
They still don`t know today just what he meant by this
Craig fired the pistol, but was too young
forever, better than your favorite by myself
Chris Camp, JMS, we gon' take it off the shelf, motherfucker
Forever, that's how long I'm gonna rap for
Forever,
friend Mickey we'll pour one out tonight
Wrapped up in a big scarf don't wanna get the chills
Jake brought cocaine, and Chris brought the pills
The old
referees head and put his lifeless body
In a choke hold, uh-oh, these niggas is loco
Best thing smokin' is all of the tobacco
Still hard to be black well
fit where they don’t sit near
With big ears so look here, ya’ll gon’ see fear
My mama told me ‘boy go and get one thing clear’
That’s the vision yup
let's share all
Few private thoughts, I'm not just out for your sex
Let me simplify the things and life that
You find complex, forget what you heard
let's share all
Few private thoughts, I'm not just out for your sex
Let me simplify the things and life that
You find complex, forget what you heard
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman's tackle box and
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin' stupid...
You got it twisted
All 'cause
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same
No no no
[VERSE 1]
If your feelin nice and irie through your lighters up
Tell the DJ
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