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giggity giggity - christ dillinger lyrics

i was robbin’ n*ggas after school
get home, rob n*ggas on runescape
i robbed h*lla n*ggas on runescape
i’m in the free market doubling gold
we take his pack and get it sold
i’m like quagmire off that bean
i giggity giggity off the lean
i giggity giggity get up in that b*tch’s back when i’m off this green bean
(my life is in shambles…)

i be dressed fly like i’m in the village people
i f*ck with g*y people like the f*cking village people
i’m fried off the acid, you can see it in my pupils
all these rappers are my sons, yeah, they are my pupils
if you talk down on task force, i’ma shoot you
if you talk down on based god, i’ma blast you
i’ma rob you for a blunt just cause i have to
i’ma rob you for a blunt if i don’t like you
see you smoking on the streets, sn*tch that sh*t right out your mouth
i see your girlfriend, and i cum in her mouth
young based legend you know what the f*ck i be about
i’m with christ dillinger and we smoking gas right now
all around the country, yeah you know we smoking loud
it don’t matter where we at, everywhere we touch down we getting to the pack
if his price is high, then we gonna rob him
if his price is low, then we gonna rob him (i am schizophrenic, and have a gun)
if his dope was free, i’d still rob him
i step in this b*tch, we got a problem
baby glock can solve a little problem
ar*15 solves a bigger problem
fly through your window like mary poppins
this glock right here is gonna stop him
i was robbin’ n*ggas after school
get home, rob n*ggas on runescape
i robbed h*lla n*ggas on runescape
i’m in the free market doubling gold
we take his pack and get it sold
i’m like quagmire off that bean
i giggity giggity off the lean
i giggity giggity get up in that b*tch’s back when i’m off this green bean

i’m out in lax with acid souljah and pistolero drinking green lean
n*ggas beefing with us, we gonna pull up and shoot your house up with green beams
i only want ?, keep the trench
i don’t even wanna cuff her, keep the b*tch
i’m off two yellow xanax sticks
way before rap, i was selling bricks
blue glock, ?
fiends coming through, they need they fix
gotta call the plug, i need a fix
call the plug, i need a 3.5
i’m smoking outside, i don’t got to hide
i’m the second shooter like sam hyde
why people hate me like i’m sam hyde
i beat the pot until it dies
i beat the pot, not my b*tch
i got a ghost squad with a switch
b*tch touch the stash, she gettin’ hit
got on a matching carhartt fit
got on a thousand dollar supreme fit
your girlfriend addicted to the based lord d*ck
don’t bring his b*tch to the crib, she takin’ the d*ck
i do not need the pill, just hand me the stick
i do not need the price, just hand me the drip
if i give pressed out, i’m makin’ fiends sick
if i sell pills then you know that i pressed it
yeah you know that they all got fent in it
i sell fentanyl, who else gon do it?
pull out my d*ck, your b*tch gettin’ right to it
you beat up a b*tch and got canceled and blew it
n0body listening to your music
n0body listening to that f*cking bullsh*t
i pop three pills, yeah, i’m booted as sh*t
i f*ck that b*tch and she suck on my d*ck
and then i cum inside her eyelids

- christ dillinger lyrics

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