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fast - chrisco (rapper) lyrics

fast lyrics
[intro]
you know what the word is around town?
it’s that i got a crazy little boy who can only say, “i wanna go fast”
[?] fast
that’s what i thought you would say
i’ll tell you what, i’ma go cry and get some milk

[chorus: chrisco, kamiyada+]
just bought a new audi, that b*tch goin’ fast
if you are not first, then, b*tch, you are last
kick you in the ribs and they shatter like glass
if i catch you outside then i’m gon’ beat your ass
i’m makin’ sales and that boy did the dash
so i grab the .38, shoot at his ass
man, that was crazy, it all happened fast
i’m back in the car and said to hit the gas
copy my moves, ho, that won’t get you nowhere
lookin’ real stupid with fake sh*t that you wear
knock on your door, and you answer like, “who there?”
christopher robin, they shot at me, pooh bear
why you got a gun when you ain’t never shot one?
boy, you a p*ssy, you shouldn’t have got one
you gonna snitch on the day that the cops come
’cause you a b*tch (yeah, ayy) and you can’t even face one

[verse 1: kamiyada+]
walk up, i’m throwin’ blood at the carpet
my b*tch a demon, she love when i start sh*t
look, yo’ b*tch swear that love with a artist
i f*ck her right then ’cause that b*tch not the smartest
ain’t no question, then, who go the hardest?
bentley type, hop out, my b*tch in the parkin’
boy, i walk with a dog, keep it barkin’
we pop out at midnight ’cause that’s when it’s darkest
it’s been a couple murders ’round town
we did a couple murders ’round town
b*tch, i’ll go get naughty like [?]
the cops pull up on me, i just hop out
i want yo’ b*tch ’cause that ho got potential
i got this dagger that scr*pin’ our dental
said he want smoke, well, that boy gon’ see metal
whip out the choppa, this ready to end you
[verse 2: chrisco]
pull out the choppa, it ready to end you
me and young kami got mops on our hip too
was throwin’ her mouth and now he got the dead too
that dude pop a perc’ and od in the phone booth
b*tch, i don’t care, don’t tell me what you goin’ through
think that you hard, tellin’ me what you gonna do
we know you got guns but we know that they don’t shoot
this the last song i record in my home booth

[interlude]
don’t you stick that knife in your leg
*stab*
daargh, woow, wait, ow!
yo, hold on, hold—, ow
oh my— hold on now, hold on
oh, that hurt

[chorus: chrisco]
just bought a new audi, that b*tch goin’ fast
if you are not first, then, b*tch, you are last
kick you in the ribs and they shatter like glass
if i catch you outside then i’m gon’ beat your ass
i’m makin’ sales and that boy did the dash
so i grab the .38, shoot at his ass
man, that was crazy, it all happened fast
i’m back in the car and said to hit the gas
copy my moves, ho, that won’t get you nowhere
lookin’ real stupid with fake sh*t that you wear
knock on your door, and you answer like, “who there?”
christopher robin, they shot at me, pooh bear
why you got a gun when you ain’t never shot one?
boy, you a p*ssy, you shouldn’t have got one
you gonna snitch on the day that the cops come
’cause you a b*tch and you can’t even face one
[outro]
do you want?
woow, hoo*hoo
eke, who*ha*ha
eem*huow
e*he*he*huow
hahahaha (*clapping*)
right there, right there
i think i touched a nerve
right there! aargh, i think i got a nerve
right there
alright, we got him, we got him
hold on right there, hold on, hold—, hold on right there
oh, wait, maybe, maybe don’t touch it
can you feel it?
aargh, yeah, daargh

- chrisco rapper lyrics

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