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cindy crawford! - chris king lyrics

cindy crawford! lyrics
[verse: chris king, louie ray & allstar lee]
i’m very popular, you already know about it
he was trappin, whippin work and he just closed the door, locked it
[?] after i f*cked the ho out her
she fill my prescriptions for wokhart, and you don’t know bout it
i just poured a duse and burned [?]
what i call the chopper, it’s cindy crawford, the old model
[?] got a police auto shotty with no nozzle
you ain’t talking money [?]
i’m so high, if i fall, i break my legs
these n*ggas tryna ride the wave, just [?]
don’t touch my cup, i break your hands
[?], i break your mans
talking out of line [?] got her back [?]
i can see the p*ssy sh*t in you, [?]
i can see the p*ssy in you [?] cat skin
inside basketball orange, but the [?]
my [?] b*tch brown today, she got a suntan
she dancing in thе dark, i brought the sun in
alright n*gga, real diamonds, real [?]
eh listеn
man tonight, i was staying at the [?]
bad thick b*tch in there, she gon take her draws off
man this b*tch gon blow my b*lls off
[?] 10,000 [?] drop a [?] off
b*tch i’m talking bout a track hawk
[?] your b*tch and beat her down [?]
n*gga say he looking for us, dawg, we around
and this dog food strong, feends tweeking out
treat your b*tches like a blunt of gass, we share that
keep that glock inside the car, like an airbag
i take care of sh*t, handling next day [?]
you know that i’m finna go to work, cause i braid my hair back
off this drank [?] this trap house
42 all on [?] wrist, that’s [?] house
going early like [?] can’t come back out
[?] cause i let my b*tch in to put her back out
let her get drunk, till it’s time to blow her back out
the rolies like trophies, [?]
[?] tryna buy another half now
they say we too serious, they don’t laugh now
[?] for a half pound
just tryed to give me 2 glocks, and a [?]
i’m in a 38
me and lee was up at 3:00, and you was working late
10, 20’s and 50’s, tryna perkulate
f*ck her anytime i want to, cause [?]
you ain’t even have no work, why you purpitraite?
f*ck it, i’m pouring syrup today
chopper bullits all through your shirt today
bout to spend 700 on a shirt today
n*gga, i be living like that
[?] take your sh*t, we ain’t giving it back
[?] come in good, gotta make sure they rapped
she in love with my songs, didn’t have to pay for the cat, n*gga

- chris king lyrics

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