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domestic violence - chris king lyrics

[intro]
hollup
we are live, and i got booted in the booth
hollup
snotty nose dilla
hollup

[chorus]
hollup, a young n-gg- wildin’
it’s hard to keep us silent
the mic is my wife, and i f-ck it up, domestic violence
i got it to a science, hoe been lyin’

[verse 1]
the necklace like “hey johnny” ’cause that b-tch still shining
i don’t trust these n-gg-s, can’t find silver linings
seems like my house is done became solitary confinement
drug addiction, disappointment, and success i combined it
accept the [?], made a mistake b-tch don’t remind me
i’m in the mirror pool, eleven cool graze match your ratchet
your feet ain’t getting through, somehow i still respond to the static
too busy for who, somehow i still don’t get distracted
my schedule packed in to the point that i could throw you a platform
i’m getting game from ogs who crease they d-ckies and khakis
it’s got bad to the point i make ’em laugh you feel all the blackness
you could fill the hole in my heart from the pain i seen back then
jump out in traffic, jump in the bottoms and scream what’s bracking
eating beats for breakfast, when it come to rappers i crunch [?]
that p-ssy water so i’m swimming in, this pattern is significant
she always wanna bring a friend, it’s something that we did again
her man had the juice like minute maid, but he’s a minute man
shaped like demi moore, treat her like a demigod so the lights get dim
my n-gg-s is bold, they keepin’ they straps, and none of ’em got they license in
they quickly blow you sleeps, sippin’ the cold i check the celsius
i had a plan long before a n-gg- had a brick
my baby blue like [?] jersey from minneapolis
i heard your rap sh-t ain’t up to par, it ain’t adequate
i take designer and vintage and then mismatch the sh-t
huh, and these is facts
it’s never where you from lil’ n-gg- it’s where you at
huh, what it’s ’bout
it’s not when it happened, it’s how was you spinnin’ out

[chorus]
hollup, a young n-gg- wildin’
it’s hard to keep us silent
the mic is my wife, and i f-ck it up, domestic violence
i got it to a science, hoe been lyin’

[verse 2]
listen, ok a stripper and a hoe walk inside a studio
don’t wanna rap, don’t love these hoes, what the f-ck are you in it for
if you ain’t tryna f-ck or get it poppin’, they why?
this b-tch reply to me and said “i’m enjoying the vibe”
she said “the best time to post is ’round 2 pm”
so ’round 2:15 she got a two pieced in
on a threeway with two n-gg-s she knew back then
and got tattoos like me, etch-a-sketched in their skin
but nevermind that
i can’t trust these dimes because they dime tap
you talkin’ ’bout my smoke and my lean, you like where the lines
you know why they call me snotty nose, i used to provide that
f-ckin’ pretty customer fiends, i sell it they buy sack
i coulda stuck a bundle in your kitty, yo’ vagin-sn-tch
tell the truth too much, i instagram like this is my app
lotta n-gg-s love to say “there is no cap in my rap”
[?] you could just google it, n-gg- find facts
you worry too much about this my n-gg-, this ain’t that
facts, blatt

[chorus]
hollup, a young n-gg- wildin’
it’s hard to keep us silent
the mic is my wife, and i f-ck it up, domestic violence
i got it to a science, hoe been lyin’

- chris king lyrics

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