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talk down - christ dillinger lyrics

[intro * bruhmanegod]
don’t let the door hit you on the way out
i won’t even step in this b*tch without the payout
he only talk down if he feel like gettin’ laid out
he only talk down if he… (yuh, yuh)
he only talk down if he go, he ain’t jumpin’ off the porch
he ain’t steppin’ off the boat

[dj smokey tags]
i have severe depression
smoking is bad for your health, especially when it’s your own flesh you’re smoking

[verse 1 * bruhmanegod]
i’m my own sh*t like brexit, b*tch tryin’ to f*ck but she sucked on like 10 d*cks (yuh)
b*tch i only want my wife, now that b*tch tryin’a f*ck so i’m showin’ her the exit
don’t let thе door hit you on the way out
i won’t even stеp in this b*tch without the payout
he only talk down if he feel like gettin’ laid out
he only talk down if he… (yuh, yuh)
he only talk down if he go, he ain’t jumpin’ off the porch
he ain’t steppin’ off the boat
i don’t matter when i get it, i’ma get it that’s for sure
i’ma put some in my brain, you gon’ put some in your nose
i’ma put some in my brain, you gon’ put some in your nose
i’m degenerate, cold steppin’ it, i don’t be losin’ hope
put it all on the fame, put it all on my foes
put it on anything else, you’s a motherf*ckin’ hoe
[verse 2 * pistolero2k]
(eh, yuh) i can really teach you how to cut crack
he want beef, where they at?
b*tch i’m posted in the trap, money fat like jesus stack
he should’a never fought back
tell that bit’, to attack
he want beef, but where they at? (ey)
lero2k pull up to your house, plan yo’ [?]
we gon’ pop a perc, yeah, it’s a f*ckin’ [?]
yeah, and b*tch i’m sendin’ shots, if he talkin’ reckless
too famous on soevil, oh my god, gotta rep it
i can really teach you how to cut crack
he want beef, where they at?
b*tch i’m posted in the trap, money fat like jesus stack
he should’a never fought back
tell that bit’, to attack
he want beef, but where they at?

[dj smokey tag]
i am schitzophrenic, and have a gun

[verse 3 * christ dillinger]
b*tch, i’ma tell you right now, you is not lit
your ass shouldn’ta came outside today wearing that outfit
broke ass rappers be suckin’ d*ck just for a fit pic
these n*ggas don’t even rap, these n*ggas just be takin’ fit pics
10,000 dollar fit, i’m not wearing a chain
i walk in this b*tch wearin’ so much louis v, i’m the louis v mane
i got on so much gucci b*tch, i’m the new gucci mane
broke ass n*ggas wear so much michael kors, they the michael kors mane
asked about you in your trap, ain’t n0body knew your name
n*ggas know me in my trap, i sell more dope than saddam hussein
i will shoot you with this baby glock, n*gga i am not playin’
i’ll crash the f*ck out and terrorist in them two planes
they like ‘d*mn dillinger, why the f*ck you be actin’ so deranged?’
this glock black and ugly as f*ck like louallday
i get up in that b*tches p*ssy and act like an orangutan
really grew up in section 8, n*gga i was really drinkin’ tang
once i found out a n*gga broke, i can’t look at him the same
unc dreads fallin’ out just like he lil wayne
i’ll slap the f*ck out of one of these b*tches like sauce walka
i’ma hit that sh*t from the back b*tch, you know that i’m not obama
crack bags big as f*ck like funk master flex head
bags of dope hittin’ so good, fiends comin’ back from the dead
before i worked at mcdonald’s, i’ll rob you and your moms instead
i rob you, your b*tch, your brother, and your cousin ned
when i was in 7th grade, n*ggas try to put me in special*ed
reachin’ for my chain that’s a fast way to end up dead
i walk in the kitchen and turn into manbearpig
i got a glock, a ruger, and a brand new sig
i’ll beat a b*tch up way worse than blueface did
get in the kitchen, start actin’ r*t*rded like blueface kid
[dj smokey tag]
shadowman13, real fentanyl music

- christ dillinger lyrics

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