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ukraine - acid souljah & christ dillinger lyrics

[intro: christ dillinger]
spend my money on a b*tch before i send it to the ukraine
hood i grew up in look just like the ukraine
money on a b*tch before i send it to the ukraine
hood i grew up in look just like the ukraine
m*m*m*(nuke radio) money on a b*tch before i send it (holy f*cking sh*t) to the ukraine
hood i grew up in look just like the ukraine
i was bringing p’s from connecticut to umaine
cup full of lean i ain’t sipping on no champagne

(if you’re listening to this song you are shadow cursed for eternity)

(so evil boyz) (sh*sha*shadow)

[verse 1: acid souljah]
fool’s gold jewlery my chain look like ukraine
i spend money on a chain beforе i go and send that sh*t to ukraine
i been counting up my pocket full of bluе things
you a broke (nuke) b*tch got an overdrafted bank account
why you talking to me like we even make the same amount
b*tch i’m on the sh*t that you not
i do the sh*t that you can’t
imma get high and go an book a trip to france
b*tch you know that i’m based
stop and hit the cooking dance
b*tch you know that i’m based
you see me rocking tiny pants
and i got a tiny t*shirt
you trynna bite our swag
you a f*cking fan
i can see you watching from the f*cking bleachers
i ain’t have no one tell me how to do it
b*tch i took the risk and i dove in feet first
i ain’t stepping out the crib unless i get high first
they do a background check on me at a job then i ain’t getting hired
(i dont believe in human rights)

[vesre 2: christ dillinger]
spend my money on a b*tch before i send it to the ukraine
hood i grew up in look just like the ukraine
i was bringing p’s from connecticut to umaine
cup full of lean i ain’t sipping on no champagne
i’ll one punch man punch a ni**a out his d*mn chain
glock kiss a ni**a just like birdman and lil wayne
big ass b.b. simon on my waist like i’m in dipset
christ dillinger got more swag then the whole dipset
christ dillinger the waviest ni**a since max b
christ dillinger a more wavey ni**a then max b (what the f*ck)
b*tch said she might not make the rent don’t ask me
all i got for you is d*ck and thc
when you come in my house don’t touch my ac
you don’t know none of the ni**as here you only know me
we only doing 3 for 20 ain’t no 2 for 15
give a ni**a back his chain cause it turnt my neck green
i walk in and cameras flashing in my face just like i’m kim k
i get too sedated from these pills and i start acting like i’m kanye
wake up off a xan like who let all these people in my house
wake up off a xan like who let all these people in my house
i’m off a perc and 2 lines and it’s a regular wednesday night
big ass glock black as f*ck it look like suge knight
up the 30 on that ni**a sorry we not here to fight
you would probably beat us though if we were to start a fight
spit the sh*t right off the dome christ dillinger don’t gotta write
b*tch i’m high as f*ck this perky turnt me to a satellite
i wake up out my sleep and bag it up just like i haunt the trap
get on the stage and forget all my words i dont know how to rap
[verse 3: acid souljah]
fool’s gold jewlery my chain look like ukraine
i spend money on a chain before i go and send that sh*t to ukraine
i been counting up my pocket full of blue things
you a broke b*tch got an overdrafted bank account
why you talking to me like we even make the same amount
i had to leave the club cause theres too many lames around
imma spark the gas up i ain’t gonna pass around (shadow wizard money gang we love casting spells)
this one all for me
f*ck you if you ain’t s.e.b
f*ck you if you ain’t on my team

(war crimes are cool are cool)

- acid souljah christ dillinger lyrics

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