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a day in the life - christ dillinger lyrics

[intro * christ dillinger]
i could tell it ain’t real when i look at the picture
if that b*tch broke, then i ain’t gunna fix her

[dj smokey tag]
shadow rich gang just took your soul
and you’re never getting it back

[christ dillinger cont.]
that n*gga ain’t the plug if he don’t deliver
sippin’ this drank and it’s hurting my liver
instagram b*tches come a dime a dozen

[dj smokey tag]
nuke radio, we make your eardrums bleed

[christ dillinger cont.]
i’m with the shed and they f*ck they cousin
i f*cked this b*tch, i said dj smokey was my cousin
took one look at the plug, i couldn’t trust him

[dj smokey tag]
warning, nuke music may damage your eardrums
and hurt your soul

[verse 1 * christ dillinger]
walk in the trap, we ain’t nickle and dime*ing
you talkin’ ’bout one of us, all of us sliding
these n*ggas be mad ’cause they pockets declining
i pour up a 3 and then i start reclining
i pour up, i pour up, i pour up, i pour up!
sold a white b*tch a perc and she looked like [?]
you see mad louis v when i step in the door
louis v on my feet when you look at the floor
they do what i do like they mr. mime
this b*tch don’t want to f*ck why she wastin’ my time
my wrist like the sun ’cause you know it’s going to shine
i can’t argue with you if you wear calvin klein
kick the b*tch out my crib, do that sh*t all the time
kick a b*tch out the whip like gucci in ’05
kick a b*tch out the whip, balenciaga size 9
i really don’t got no time for these b*tches
i could tell it ain’t real when i look at the picture
if that b*tch broke, then i ain’t gunna fix her
[dj smokey tag]
shadow rich gang just took your soul
and you’re never getting it back

[christ dillinger cont.]
that n*gga ain’t the plug if he don’t deliver
sippin’ this drank and it’s hurting my liver
instagram b*tches come a dime a dozen

[dj smokey tag]
nuke radio, we make your eardrums bleed

[christ dillinger cont.]
i’m with the shed and they f*ck they cousin
i f*cked this b*tch, i said dj smokey was my cousin
took one look at the plug, i couldn’t trust him

[dj smokey tag]
nuke radio

[christ dillinger cont.]
i hate when the perc guy give his opinion
i’m wearing rick we not twinning
i really don’t got no time for broke women
if he spill my cup then i won’t forgive him
balenciaga on not number 9
you ain’t never see me wearin’ vlone
my b*tches can’t wear vlone
you know she’s not my b*tch if she’s wearing vlone
i ran up a check with no ppp loan
pop a, pop a b*tch and get in the zone
[verse 2 * acid souljah]
i got two different flows for two different types of sh*t
i be making music, all i want is sellin’ percs to dumb white kids
i sold this kid robitussin, and he poured it up, and he sent me a pic
that sh*t had me dyin’
they lookin’ for the source of the fent, b*tch, i’m the one who went and supplied it
i be makin’ hits off the top b*tch, i don’t gotta do no f*ckin’ writin’
i don’t wanna talk if you ain’t gettin’ money b*tch
my circle wiped out like hunter motherf*ckin’ biden
chillin’ with my custy, i just sold him rock, i ain’t gunna lie, he look just like hunter biden
i walk in this b*tch flexed up, b*tch i know i’m next up
coutin’ big racks yeah, b*tch i’m big shaq*ed up
stb in the club, ain’t no one checkin’ us, if you talkin’ crazy ’bout me, you must be smokin’ on some angel dust
i call xhris2easy up, that’s my evil twin
all you do is lose, and all we do is win
we been comin’ up ‘cuz we stuck to the plan
i walk in the mall, got a pocket full of bands
i be in the kitchen, i’ma hit my cooking dance
all my haters mad, i do sh*t that they can’t
cops pull me over, then i gotta run away
bro i got like a million xans
i be driving fast switching lanes til they go away
drug dog come between me and my bands
you a hoe i can see that sh*t like a hundred miles away
we on the fields while y’all sitting in the stands
[dj smokey tag]
call the fire department, we just nuked the building

- christ dillinger lyrics

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