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reek - christ dillinger lyrics

[dj smokey tags]the shadow man is draining my pyschic energy
my body has been taken over by an evil spirit
my life is in shambles

[verse 1 * xhris2easy]
all in the cut, i’m totin’ on a semi
n*ggas is b*tches, they some women
serving that white girl, serving weed
i got a glock right now, wait
i’m with christ movin’ through the city
big ass n*ggas all goin’ fiend
big ass band, now i need lean
our stage way too deep
i’m with the graveyard, know i reap
dead bodies in the back, they reek
walk on the stage pourin’ one on me
i just put a duece in the ice tea
you want drugs, ask nicely
big ass guns, no fighting
i came in hot with the glock*19
[?] then the phone ring
shorty wanna f*ck me ’cause my bands right
i can’t even walk because my pants tight
sippin’ on some codene, it’s a good night
finna run some racks up, it’s a good night
zay stuck in with the trapsters, so we ain’t finna fight
nah, we ain’t finna fight
i ain’t finna f*ckin’ box
got yo b*tch with me and i’m beatin’ up her f*ckin’ box
christ still with me and he locked in on overwatch
got a bag i finna go buy a f*ckin’ watch
can’t even sus time ’cause my diamonds keep flashin’
b*tch wanna f*ck me because she like my fashion
i be doin’ drugs everyday, it’s a habit
and i’m fillin’ up her holes like a rabbit
if i see some racks in front of me, i’m finna grab it, yuh i’m finna grab it
that b*tch ass i’ll smack it
took some bands i’ma… where yo b*tch, i’m distracted
[verse 2 * zayguapkid]
everything on myself is expensive
weapons, ’cause my head filled with resentment
suckas ain’t as sly as they think, just pretentious
i’ma fill this hundred thousand clip, and extend it
coke goin’ up fast, super bird on ’em
seen them bangin’ for my soul, hatin’, drop a t*rd on ’em
i’m a rapper ’cause i’m really good at lying
shootin’ dice in the mothaf*ckin’ hood and rhymin’
rock out every f*ckin’ night, i ain’t nervous
mad pot, set yo f*ckin’ chain then i’m [purgin’?]
b*tch told me everything she feel, i’ma hurt it
bemegod best to ever be, that’s for certain

(my body has been taken over by an evil spirit)

[verse 3 * christ dillinger]
i just hit the blunt too hard, sh*t got me throwin’ up
only top shelf marijuana in my joints when i’m rollin’ up
i just made another hit and i don’t give a f*ck
told [?] suck my d*ck, and i don’t give a f*ck
baby wanna stay the night but i got drugs to make in the mornin’
i could cook that dope up on the stove, or on a george foreman
n*gga hatin’ in the comments but he can’t even get himself a hundred plays
real life trapper, by the end of the day i done made like 100 plays
the way i made the cocaine jump, you would think i was cookin’ up some easy mac
you could show me to that td banker, that boa, that’s a easy smack
i put that money in the streets, and it jus’ keep on comin’ back
this b*tch want me to meet her mom, but i jus’ don’t have time for that
if he ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, then i don’t think i want to hear
matter of fact, if that n*gga ain’t talkin’ money then i don’t think i want him here
cocaine white as h*ll boy, that sh*t whiter than gucci mane’s veneers
i’m the one that’s in the front, not the one that’s in the rear
n*ggas comment on ig but they still flyin’ spirit air
i don’t be hatin’ on ig and i don’t ever fly on spirit air
(shadow wizard money gang, we love casting spells)
(warcrimes, are cool)
(the police will never find the bodies)
(shadow nuclear wizards, pledge your souls to the shadow god)

- christ dillinger lyrics

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