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backshots - christxphvr lyrics

[verse 1: munewell]
hah
i just put 4 in my soda
i just mixed that yeah
inside of that cola
i’m tripping and sober
my b*tch is bipolar
my mom raised a soldier
i’m tryna get bentleys and lambos and rovers
i walked in this b*tch and i’m dripping in loafers
lane in his lung like hit not gon smoke him
i’m f*cking a milf but she think i’m older
hah
wet
just like the ice when it froze on my neck
your b*tch wanna f*ck so i called her a jet
that boy ass tripping, yeah he not a threat
i’m f*cking this sl*t and i’m taking her bread
should just k!ll yourself boy, totally retched
i’m sipping on sprite and i mix it with red
put a gun to my head, i don’t care if i’m dead
i know that some bad b*tches up inside heaven that’s giving good head
this b*tch always blad but she cannot be sober
i swear this b*tch off of some meth
jit like i’m koby: i’m up in the finals
threw this b*tch right in the air
i told that b*tch: “i do not care”
like i’m kurt angle: i put that b*tch right in the maf*cking leg like on top on my maf*cking bed
[break]
stop (hehe hahaha heh)
what the f*ck, dude? (haha haha hah)

[bridge: munewell]
kay
i pop a perky and ex
shorty just called me, she wanna have s*x
this feature ain’t free, just write me a cheque
i’m rocking a tech up inside of this tech

[verse 2: christxphvr]
like lil tay they be faking my death
like lil tecca they say that i’m dead
i stole your b*tch and she kissing my neck
i f*cked your bish and she giving me head
blast with my pencil, i’m giving her lead
giving me nothing but moans and i’m making it stretch
yo, when i’m f*cking we breaking your bed, yeah
making this bread
d*ck got her dripping and making her spread
when she be f*cking with you she be faking that sh*t
she’s faker than sh*t with your f*ck little d*ck
she drop it on me like a burden
i’m popping these perks with no permits
making it burn with no furnace
y’all rhyming your sh*t with no purpose
yeah, yeah
i’m rowdy and rich like suburban
i rap round your head like a turban
she’s sipping on me like i’m bourbon
we taking these turns like we swerving
hah
okay
i don’t wanna end up with another baddie with another booty that’s not as big and bad as yours
(f*ck)
but i better get a booty call
okay
and i gotta write it on the wall
up inside the bathroom stall
she’s screaming my name in the hall
f*ck it, we ball
it’s on
i clock in with my glock in
i clock out with my c*ck out
i’m a f*ckboy and her f*ck toy
if we playing you finna get knocked down
you a f*cking clown
i’m a f*cking king
i’mma steal your queen and i’mma make her sing
i’mma f*ck her in your wedding ring
i’mma cuck you every other day
haha hah hah, what the f*ck?
i don’t wanna wait it
so i gotta hit it
and i gotta tell the waiter that i want it now or later
but the batter better be than motherf*ckers who get offended when i’m up inside of the building
spitting b*tter better than a motherf*cker who wanna get it
i gotta bill it when i gotta k!ll it
when i’m back inside the building
when i fill it with the sh*t and i bin it
when i pin it when i k!ll em
and i eat it when i win it when i’m back
chrisy
i’m sipping lean and i’m feeling light headed
i’m steady feenin’ for bussin’ spaghetti
“i’m ready, i’m ready” like spongebob
‘cause f*cking your mom is a real job
she plating my sketti and getting my rocks off
your cuck dad ain’t a c*ckblock
and his small c*ck always stays soft
hey batter, batter, swing
it’s time to play ball
and i gotta be the winnest winner when i’m winning
i don’t give a sh*t about a stupid ass opinion
f*ck it, i be dripping when i gotta be the winner
when i gotta k!ll it up inside the building
i’m back in the f*cking building
i’m here to f*cking k!ll it
and i’m backing in the f*cking building
i’m here to f*cking k!ll it
and i’m back in the f*cking building
when i be coming and ripping a syllable
rappers are dumb and i gotta go k!ll em all, yeah
chrisy [kimberly]

- christxphvr lyrics

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