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balenciaga - chris sails lyrics

[chorus]: chris sails
if a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b*tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 1]: chris sails
i can see the hate with a blindfold
i can count a million with my eye closed
i’m an alien, i’m in a different time zone
i done did some sh*t that only god knows
only god knows, only god knows
only god knows
and n*ggas show me how they rocking
fighting the pressure, these drugs in my body
if a n*gga want smoke then, we aiming for his noggin
leave that p*ssy topless
and if your gang want static
we gone let them b*tches have it
we gone let them b*tches have it
we gone let them b*tches have it

[chorus]: chris sails
cause, if a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b*tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 2]: chris sails
we got racks, we got jays n*gga tell me what you need
i got goons, in the [?] n*gga they’ll shoot for me
oh na na na
but we gone make it through the rain
open scars fill my pain
i know my son need me but, i need you too
fix your attitude ‘fore i get this tool
p*ssy n*gga talking, he gone make the news
my brother keep the heat so imma keep my cool
when they let my brother free, we gone do the fool

[chorus]: chris sails
if a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b*tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 3]: savay
ain’t talking benihana but we keep them chopsticks
broke b*tches at the mall, they don’t even cop sh*t
i can’t f*ck with you because, you on that opp sh*t
can’t f*ck with me back then but now, they see i’m popping
no i ain’t religious but my shoes christian
b*tches following the wave, i gotta move different
shoes ain’t gotta lace but, he still tripping
keep a double cup on me i be lean sipping
for you n*ggas [?], my whole team winning
that rollie and that purse mmhm it don’t cost sh*t
all my exes want me back cause i’m a boss b*tch
leave a n*gga bl**dy when his set cripping
[?] lane, no we swerving
keep a glock tucked, n*ggas lurking
keep a strap on me in my birkin
now that p*ssy dead, was it worth it
c*cky [?] and some curtains
my n*ggas in the field, steady working
n*ggas in the field steady working
oh na na na

- chris sails lyrics

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