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ddg hates me - chris sails lyrics

[intro]*
how the f*ck my b*tch leave me to get with a n*gga that did the same thing?
like that sh*t crazy on god
i ain’t saying the n*gga did it

[chorus]*
somebody tell queen fans, i don’t wanna her
bl!ck in my pants, n*gga this is not a b*n*r
got high the whole summer (summer)
b*tch, i’m a stoner
i don’t need no body, i’m a popular loner
somebody tell s*xyy red that i’m tryna f*ck (on god)
would f*ck coi leray but she ain’t really thick enough (not at all)
somebody tell ice spice that i really love her
she ain’t tryna f*ck then can i be your brother? (face ass)

[verse]
the way she gave thе p*ssy up, u think i robbed the b*tch (ok)
i just copped a hеllcat so i had to dodge the b*tch
if you ain’t f*ck me in the trap, then can’t f*ck me in this mansion (yea)
don’t look me in the eyes cause you know i’m not romantic (unh unh)
you say you getting money n*gga, ok
keep my name out your mouth before i f*ck your mermaid (lame ass n*gga)
come here lil’ b*tch, come and suck on this weewee (b*tch)
b*tch turn around cause you know i’m tryna skeet skeet (all over that p*ssy)
don’t give a f*ck if you a dime b*tch, when i nut don’t touch me
b*tch you for the team, how you gone try and cuff me
and the plug sale za, d*mn this weed musty
told that b*tch i love her, just to hit you can’t trust me
“where ar’mon and trey?”
“i don’t know”, “they still your bro?”
(b*tch, stop asking all them questions)
“d*mn hoe, what you asking all these questions for?”
‘chris fell off’, lil’ b*tch i’m back
would ask if i’m a g.o.a.t, but i know they gone cap (n*ggas be capping and sh*t)
b*tch, hold on, you almost made me spill this drank
if my b*tch catch me cheating, then imma say it was a prank (on god)
quick to lose a b*tch like the submarine
you can move on but he still ain’t me
i’m a g, f*ck ddg
he be talking, we gone see, we gotta meet
b*tch, i’m from michigan, capital murder
i just cleaned these sheets, b*tch you bet not be no squirter
and my brother, dawaine, he just fell out with his b*tch
told him, focus on this money cause these hoes ain’t sh*t
and my sister fell in love with a n*gga name chris
and if he don’t treat you right then imma hit him in his sh*t
[chorus]*
somebody tell queen fans, i don’t wanna her
bl!ck in my pants, n*gga this is not a b*n*r
got high the whole summer (summer)
b*tch, i’m a stoner
i don’t need no body, i’m a popular loner
somebody tell s*xyy red that i’m tryna f*ck (on god)
would f*ck coi leray but she ain’t really thick enough (not at all)
somebody tell ice spice that i really love her
she ain’t tryna f*ck then can i be your brother? (face ass)

- chris sails lyrics

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