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chris fell off - chris sails lyrics

[intro]
yea

[chorus]
chris fell off (ahh) , n*gga stop it
f*ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b*tch)
got a pocket rocket for n*ggas who watchin’ (on god)
flooded my new b*tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it (yeah yeah)
cheated on my b*tch and broke her heart (ok)
do i regret it?
h*ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n*gga f*ck how you feel about me
(facts)
main n*ggas hatin’ be them n*ggas rockin’ abercrombie
(on god)

[verse]
f*ck i look like chasing you and i’m the one with the bag (b*tch)
see why n*ggas mad cause i been in my bag
b*tches talkin’ ‘bout “ugly where?”
b*tch right there (ah)
lace front stale, b*tch you need some new hair
and i only fear god
quick to lose a b*tch like a airpod
b*tches come around me actin’ faithful
i ain’t buying that (nah)
she tryna run off, i dumped the d*ck where her spine at (ha)
and yeah i’m a cheater, but i can’t cheat myself (facts)
i’d be stupid to love a b*tch and i don’t love myself (oh sh*t)
single life boring but it’s peaceful as f*ck (on god)
i ain’t gotta deal with you after i bust a nut
when i die everybody gone swear they my dog
but who f*ck with me right now? (b*tch)
yeah, b*tch who f*ck with me right now? (huh?)
see you doing challenges, come beatbox on this d*ck (b*tch)
b*tch i’m from detroit where we hit jugs and we hit l!cks (yea)
grown n*ggas mad cause we turned up and we got rich (b*tch)
but you could do it too, just put your mind to this sh*t
(that’s all you gotta do n*gga, don’t hate on me)
n*ggas don’t like me, i gotta deal with it
b*tch you bet not talk to n0body
don’t give a f*ck if i got six b*tches (ahh haha)
and i’m not just anybody b*tch i keep a nine (you know i do)
put you on my only fans b*tch it’s demon time
b*tch we too young to settle down (yea)
so you know this d*ck gone get around (get around, get around)
say i wouldn’t make it now all my carts push the start
f*ck all them n*ggas who be talking out they jaw (b*tch)
cause n*ggas ain’t tough they just act hard
took a n*gga b*tch
i’ll have her running from this d*ck like she a track star
[chorus]
chris fell off, n*gga stop it (yea, n*gga stop it)
f*ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b*tch i’m good)
got a pocket rocket for n*ggas who watchin’ (i do)
flooded my new b*tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it
(i just copped it)
cheated on my b*tch and broke her heart (hey hey hey hey)
do i regret it? (huh huh hey hey)
h*ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n*gga f*ck how you feel about me
main n*ggas hatin’ be the ones rockin’ abercrombie
(abercrombie)

[outro]
woah, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
hey hey and if it’s up then it’s stuck
aye

- chris sails lyrics

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