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no advance - christ dillinger, cxrpse & trippythakid lyrics

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
i done ran up a bag, no advance (fony wallace, biatch)
all this red in my cup, it got me in a trance
sippin’ on drank out in france
my money stretch, it expands
all this drank in my cup, i feel good
smokin’ on gas out a backwood
i ran up a check ’cause i did what i should
see a louis v print if you check where i stood
you ain’t gettin’ money, drop the act
we done run up a check, n*gga, that’s just a fact
take a look at my cup, see it’s full up with act’
i done f*cked up my money, don’t know how to act
i just heard your new tape, it’s corny
f*ckin’ my money, i’m h*rny
that n*gga broke, he can’t do nothin’ for me
your sh*t got me snorin’, it bore me
my wrist cold like a yeti
i make her bed rock, she betty
paint on her face like my name was rossetti
take a look at my pockets, got ‘fetti on ‘fetti
i f*cked his b*tch, i’m petty
one sip of my drink, she deady
one sip of that wock’, i’m ready
gettin’ the bread like a deli
n*gga run up, he get hit with the steel
she got a fat ass, i don’t care if it’s real
louis v head to toe with no deal
double c on the back of my heel
i keep a bl!ck concealed
i ain’t buyin’ no drink if the seal wasn’t sealed
i got his b*tch wet like a seal
chasin’ the bag up, ran it up, for real
[verse 2: trippythakid]
brought a backpack, f*ck a gucci bag (yuh)
flow so cold, it’s gettin’ gucci mad (facts)
stop the talkin’ with yo’ stupid ass
i ain’t got no weapons, i’m just a goofy dad (shut the f*ck up)
goofy movie how i’m movin’, baby
movin’ weight like i walk with a scale
used to be the pot guy, hop outta jail
my bro got that hammer, not talkin’ ’bout nails
t*t*tell us somethin’, b*tch, did i stutter? i ain’t gotta tell you nothin’
smokin’ jungle boys, i feel like i’m tarzan
b*tch, i’m like kyrie, no one can guard him
man on the moon, give a f*ck ’bout a martian (bang, bang, bang)
b*tch, here i come like a young johnny carson
movin’ around, i’m not even a person
deep in the p*ssy, no bubble, i burst it
dumb white b*tch, think her name was kirsten
all up in my dms, that b*tch was thirsty
i blocked her, but it ain’t workin’
she found out, she still irks me

[interlude: cxrpse]
aw, sh*t
okay, okay, alright (cxrpse on the track, sheesh)

[verse 3: cxrpse]
i just pulled up, and i’m out in the cut
and i’m f*ckin’ a b*tch, got my thumb in her b*tt
my energy manic, i don’t give a f*ck
i’ma do what i want, so we makin’ a snuff
i just got bored, so i’m countin’ the racks
i’m feelin’ so pretty, i might cop the raf
i’m in my joker arc, i laugh
they gon’ regret gettin’ me on the track
how am i doin’ this sh*t with no deal?
the skeleton countin’ up money, for real
none of these rappers be keepin’ it real
i’ll put it, let ’em know how i feel
i don’t be walkin’ with guns concealed
i don’t be lookin’ for n*ggas to k!ll
only want money to get me a meal
f*ck bill gates ’cause i’m makin’ a mill’, f*ck

- christ dillinger cxrpse trippythakid lyrics

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