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cross country fade - champflip93 lyrics

[verse]
gen 5 locked in, i be shooting” like jame bond
007 how the scoreboard be looking
we ain’t coming back for sh*t
i’ma no*stop shooting
ball out hard, how much i spent rick ross
he a fat ass ball, you can barely move outta your chair
unless you doing some feeding
your dinner look like the time that jesus was feasting
but you ain’t break no bread, nuh uh
you swallowed a whole*ass turkey
i can hear that bird scream in your stomach
you took thanksgiving too hard
you still addicted off percs
i know that your pockets are hurt
yuh huh, shut up, no time for a burn
let’s get back to the real sh*t, huh
how much of your cash got sent out to the field
just so a ukrainian child can eat gravel
joе biden the fiend, joе biden the streets, i move like unconscious, uh
tryna press up on me
go go, i’m f*cking r*t*rded
after shooting you, i’ll go to the mall and spend my last dollar
go back to the crib and nod off some, huh huh huh huh huh
bonified dog, your b*tch is biting my bone
how many of your friends got smoked in a bong
i can say at least seven, they ain’t live long, uh
tryna jug up the streets too hard
they got their ass sent to h*ll, we making no heaven
ambulance got called, no angels to get them, uh
scammed my grandma off her last 47 dollars
another victim off my gang just tryna up that profit
i’ll sn*tch your chain like it’s k!ll confirmed in a call of duty lobby
i’ll call you f*ggot, you missed planting the bomb, are you f*cking r*t*rded?
you tryna switch up your gender and complain about wanting a mother
bro i wouldn’t want you either if my son switched teams, swear to god i’d f*cking delete him, uh
make him run around the house while threatening that james daley will eat him
that’s a different type of thugging, none of you could earn it
my packets are fatter than dave chappelle and they darker too
cuh, i got this sh*t from nigerian boy, think it was a family heirloom, uh
ain’t no matter to be, long as i can put my gun in there i’ll be shooting like i’m after obama
wait, huh huh, i’m after obama, hunting, uh huh

- champflip93 lyrics

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