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how u do that - chrishndrixx lyrics

she said d*mn, chris
how you do that
how you shoot at n*ggas, and them n*ggas couldn’t shoot back
how you take his b*tch, now he can’t get his lil’ boo back
i just feel like stella, b*tch i’m bout to get my groove back
yeah, i pull up on his team
make the choppa sing
hit that n*gga in his spleen
then i fled the scene
maybe it was me, it may be maybeline
she do it sloppy, make it clean
you know what i mean
that n*gga mad, he won’t ever get his b*tch back
if i said it once or twice, then i meant that
you can send yo lil n*ggas, they’ll get sent back
and i already spent the block, my n*ggas went back
bout to change my name to meek
cause b*tch, i keep a mill
and these labels need me
cause i don’t need a deal
she f*ck with me, cause i’m a g
and b*tch, i keep it real
want me to pull up on her period
b*tch, be for real
i’m in a skatty, pull up with baddies, they call me daddy
she got that fatty, got b*tches on me from cincinnati
lil mama bratty, i bought her birkins, it make her happy
her n*gga tacky, she want it badly, she sent the addy

she said d*mn, chris
how you do that
how you shoot at n*ggas, and them n*ggas couldn’t shoot back
how you take his b*tch, now he can’t get his lil’ boo back
i just feel like stella, b*tch i’m bout to get my groove back
yeah, i pull up on his team
make the choppa sing
hit that n*gga in his spleen
then i fled the scene
maybe it was me, it may be maybeline
she do it sloppy, make it clean
you know what i mean
and i’m coming for everything
b*tch, i want it all
driveway got six cars
b*tch, i own it all
i ain’t stopping until my plaques can’t fit on the wall
how you sending all for one, i just send one for all
i’m like a firefighter
b*tch, i’m here for all the smoke
and i ain’t beefing with these n*ggas, cause they all a joke
said i ain’t beefing with these n*ggas, cause they all broke
told her i got that good wood, b*tch it’s solid oak
and they can do it, but they can’t do it just like this
in the lab, making sh*t just like a scientist
she said baby, you the goat
i said type sh*t
and i don’t beef on internet, i don’t type sh*t
i’m pistol packing, no never lacking, they call for backup
i’m never slacking, it get to clapping, it make them back up
i don’t be capping, need chiropracting, i beat her back up
she bet not act up, i got my bag up, she toot that ass up

- chrishndrixx lyrics

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