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i really don't dance - christ dillinger lyrics

filthyrichvee:

she in the drop she going insane
she in the drop she going insane
i’m fresh out the can i’m alex the w*ng
my n*gga he hit he love doing stains
i pull up lams it orange like yams
mac on my lap it kame with the pants
i’m on the wall i really don’t dance
shawty wanna f*ck she say she a fan
shawty wanna f*ck she a groupie a fan
f*cking with me gon’ get yo ass fanned
i’m on a beach with my bape in the sand
i’m in yo city i really just landed
i’m with the 5 like i was a janet
run in yo crib cause iam a bandit
i’m off the drank i barley could manage
look at my pocket it bread like a sandwich
wacking yo kids an all of your family
i’m not a rapper these n*ggas is kandy
i’m not a rapper these n*ggas is kandy
money for feature boy keep that sh*t
amg with a heat ass b*tch
ask damefk we won’t treat that b*tch
n*ggas want filthy wanna leak my sh*t
it was 10k for the lv duff iam a star like hillary duff
i went to clinton to cop me a pigeon
the stateys be watching i’m making decisions
i’m under a 30 it f*ck up my vision
yeah i gotta hitter but i’ll do the mission
i kame with suppressor so he couldn’t listen
he know i’m a shooter but he didn’t listen
v6 yeah i’m speeding for digits
see a opp cut him short like a midget
benz stop rims spinning like fidgets
h*ll cat yea that p*ssy be vicious yeah h*llcat yea
she in the drop she going insane
she in the drop she going insane
i’m fresh out the can i’m alex the w*ng
my n*gga he hit he love doing stains
i pull up lams it orange like yams
mac on my lap it kame with the pants
i’m on the wall i really don’t dance
shawty wanna f*ck she say she a fan
shawty wanna f*ck she a groupie a fan

christ dillinger:

lost all yo money just cause you can’t add
drum on the glock make it heavy to lift
i’m on da clock got no time for a b*tch

after da show we gon rob all ya fans
buckin a b*tch on the beach and she bad
drum on the glock holdin 50 it spin
pretty boy n*gga i play in da pink

f*ck on dat bih send her back to her man
i kno da b*tch like the back of my hand
ran up on me that boy got his ass fanned
i know that he hate cause he know i’m da man
pipe in my draws and yo sh*t at the crib
get on yo knees and you beg me to live
money from a feature we don’t need that sh*t
she send a text and i read that sh*t
you don’t like this n*gga y u shakin his hand
him and his raps? yin yang
i got the crack it’s in high demand
holdin da tech now i’m high command
high key mad cause yo b*tch is a fan
he called his pops now i’m washin his dad
look at the opps postin money they had
n*ggas ain’t hard n*ggas is chad
thick ass b*tch she gon freak my lsh*t
im the rappin phenomenon why she beat that d*ck
n*ggas never seen commas they wanna meet that check
suckin d*ck for the clouty why you ain’t get none yet
he called his pops i’m washin his dad
losin yo money cause you cannot add
yeah. 1500 just to sip
yeah. vivienne holdin up the rick
yeah vivienne holdin up my d*ck
yeah. 500 for my jeans
yeah. ed hardy wit da preme
go ahead call ya dad, ya n*gga i’m washin yo pops
beatin his ass right in front of the fam
smokin a zip while you smoke on a gram
ask for a dollar i’ll spit in ya hand
n*ggas hate cause they know i’m the man

- christ dillinger lyrics

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