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often - christi lyrics

[chorus: christi]
n*gga i do this sh*t often
i am not with all that talking, you acting up, you get put in a coffin
all of these n*ggas be salty so i might go get the glock and dissolve them
no hesitation, i shot him
he tried to run but the bullets still caught him
yeah, these n*ggas gon copy me
i shoot out the red light to show you that there ain’t no stopping me
took your b*tch easily, yeah i know that girl was gon fall for me
that b*tch is in love with me, i swear that girl calling me constantly

[verse 1: christi]
you get the bag and fumble it, i get the cash and double it )
get on the track i’m running it, none of you n*ggas can rap you mumbling
my song your girl is in love with it
you get upset whеn she hummin it
i know to never trust a b*tch so i еnsure that my bag got a gun in it
n*ggas ain’t safe
and these b*tches fake
all of these b*tches show fake love, i’m feeling like drake
and if i get bored, i might just take your lil b*tch on a date
these n*ggas act tough, i know they don’t want no smoke like they vape
n*gga you know that i’m focused on paper
i see your b*tch and i like her, i take her
if he diss me now then i murder him later
put the razor to his head like a taper
jealous of me n*gga, you just a hater
choppa won’t miss, ak got a laser
red laser looking like a light saber
my n*ggas dark n*gga, darth vader
ain’t worried bout a b*tch
say she like the drip, designer on my fit
if a n*gga diss, ima pull up with a stick
pull up with a stick, emptying the clip
empty the clip on a b*tch n*gga
when i’m done, leave his body in a ditch n*gga
took yo b*tch, she in love with a rich n*gga
she say i turn her on like a switch n*gga
not worried bout a b*tch i know that b*tch ain’t hurting me
n*gga dissing he get sent to the infirmary
won’t let him live, shoot that n*gga up in surgery
i’m the g.o.a.t. b*tch i know you must have herd of me
chase the bag b*tch i need the money urgently
get the cash and steal yo b*tch like it’s a burglary
they say “christi you the greatest” i say “certainly”
my songs are fire burn you up just like a third degree
[chorus: christi]
n*gga i do this sh*t often
i am not with all that talking, you acting up, you get put in a coffin
all of these n*ggas be salty so i might go get the glock and dissolve them
no hesitation, i shot him
he tried to run but the bullets still caught him
yeah, these n*ggas gon copy me
i shoot out the red light to show you that there ain’t no stopping me
took your b*tch easily, yeah i know that girl was gon fall for me
that b*tch is in love with me, i swear that girl calling me constantly

[verse 2: granvilla]
we pull up at your spot, make it hot
p*ssy love chat, mi tek him gyal, nah give har back
acting like she love me then she started talking trash
tay*k do the race, i’m tired from running laps
mi seh mi bout fi catch a case
none a unnu p*ssy nah guh safe yeah yeah
grabba light as mi wake
have a couple gun inna di safe
mi seh mi frass inna di hotbox
choppa ?????? we nuh chop wid lass
leather seats in the drop*top
v*12 engine but you know we don’t f*ck wid cops
mi bout fi catch a case
all you n*ggas do is f*cking hate
f*ck your b*tch before the date
dash a couple pitney pon har face

- christi lyrics

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