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take a pic - christ dillinger lyrics

[intro: dream caster]
(nuke)
(nuke radio)
oh ohh oh (holy f*cking sh*t)

[chorus: dream caster]
at the crib, yeah, perc with a cig, uh
and this could take my mind off of things for a bit
yeah and if it’s that way, then it is what it is
the kids will be kids
i used to shop at lids now it’s moncler with a cl!ck
uh, post up take a fl!ck
yeah i was at the show when you sent me naked pics
yeah you always take my mind off of things for a bit
yeah i’m posted with the clique
we look fresh we takin’ pics

(nuke radio)

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
girl i wanna see you do what you do
louis v [?] my shoe
cut that b*tch off now my other b*tch mad at me
fresh as f*ck like i’m on a magazine
they takin’ pictures when we walkin’ in
remember back in the day had to cop a band
thеy talkin’ bout ballin’ but they never been
always been a startеr never second string (nuke)
i get up in the p*ssy like pootie tang
money keep comin’ back like a boomerang
i’m married to the trap, b*tch i can’t be your man
shoot a n*gga just like george zimmerman
we’ll never tell n0body what we did
walkin’ in the function with that jason kidd
n*ggas hatin’ on me they be hatin’ still
booted off the molly i can’t stand still
[chorus: dream caster]
at the crib, yeah, perc with a cig, uh
and this could take my mind off of things for a bit
yeah and if it’s that way, then it is what it is
the kids will be kids
i used to shop at lids now it’s moncler with a cl!ck
uh, post up take a fl!ck
yeah i was at the show when you sent me naked pics
yeah you always take my mind off of things for a bit
yeah i’m posted with the clique
we look fresh we takin’ pics

(wait, nuking’s actually kinda hot)

[verse 2: acid souljah]
i got more swag than 100 million naked b*tches
when i’m posted up with the team they takin’ pictures
they wanna document this sh*t, ’cause we makin’ history
every day i cash out and it don’t mean sh*t to me
i’m posted up with christ and with woody and we spazzin’ out
i smoke blunt back to back ’till my lungs start tappin’ out
this backwood hittin’ like the undertaker
every shot that i take, b*tch i hit it better than the harlem globetrotters and the lakers
every single day i’m out here gettin’ to the paper
b*tch shoutout woody shoutout ricky shoutout laker
if you ain’t gettin’ money i don’t wanna talk to you now
i don’t even wanna talk to you later
my circle closed off for the people that be gettin’ paper
(this song is a war crime)
(warning, nuke music may damage your eardrums)
(and hurt your soul)

- christ dillinger lyrics

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