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turn my headphones up n*gga i can't hear anything - christ dillinger lyrics

[intro]
yea, turn my headphones up
turn my headphones up, n*gga i can’t hear anything
turn my headphones up, n*gga

[chorus]
who the freshest n*gga coming out of new york?
whip in the coke wit’ a bowl and a fork
these [?]
tried to work just like samurai jack
i feel like saint nick, i got dope in my sack
[?] in my hat
my b*tch she got money, her ass is so fat
my b*tch she wearing louis v, not baby fat
im in the hood wit a b*tch, wearing baby fat
plug ain’t doin’ nothin’, i still haven’t paid him back
ar*15 and it came with the scope attack
getting the p*ssy, sign it like easy mac
how that n*gga? put a trap on his back
we keeping that nifty, shout out to c*mac
real n*gga, keep it to c*mac
i haven’t ran off with a hundred bands off of his mac
f*ck rap, i’m working back in the trap
i haven’t ran off with a hundred bands [?] of dollar tree
f*cking his b*tch, and she dont even follow me
louis v on me, hit hard like [?]
sippin on drink, and you know that isn’t never green
cut a b*tch off, [?] cause she start to bother me
they like ‘how the f*ck you could you cheat on shakira’?
i’m a real n*gga, i probably cheat on shakira
that b*tch probably annoying as f*ck
not wearing a chain if it costing a thousand bucks
balling hard like i playin’ for the [?]
[?] about money, i’m not gunna pull up
she gunna f*ck me, as soon as she pull up
sippin on [?], i can’t sit up
i have been have been on the tracks, since i a little boy
all my role models were unemployed
[?] a boy, to a man
i was 15 doing zann
remember n*ggas selling dope at my mom’s house
i had to shut that down
came up, in that one bedroom [?] asked around
flown over this beat like jay*z did, but i’m extra fresh
i’m like jay*z if he was [?] fresh
talking about fresh, no i do it the best
real n*gga from the jump and i never told
rap these rappers [?] tol’
snoop dog tol’, [?] tol’
i’ma sold this in the gunner, even tho he tol’
[?] more than michael jackson
rick owens jeans, and they saggin’
n*ggas spelt backwards is saggin
on some jay*z sh*t, he gunna try me, i’ma stab him
yo ghost, like a b*tch, she suck my d*ck like danny phantom
got a lot of drip, but i need more
high as f*ck like [?] and dumbledore
slide on my opps like lord voldemort
said i was stop getting high, when i get high more
[?] christian dior
louis v when i’m touching the floor
b*tch broke my heart, it don’t work no more
trap until the scale work no more
had to work out, when the scale don’t work no more

- christ dillinger lyrics

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