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tequila crazy - hurricane chris lyrics

5 6 7 8 9 b*tches
i put some work inside the car and tell her drive with it
casamigos with my cup now i’m sipping
yeah my b*tch know how to speak
she just don’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas
n*ggas really fake come with a boss
who got some real estate
eat your p*ssy like it’s on the dinner plate
eat the p*ssy like it’s a
but she ain’t got sh*t to say
i f*ck her front of back
she turn around and look me in my face
baby say she need her nails done
i’mma get her straight
and we going to hit the mall get some gucci
got expensive taste pull them bands out and
pay a broke n*gga to fix his face
n*gga i’ve been lit since 16 let me demonstrate
she whispered in my ear
and ask me if i want to see it shake
i told her if she take a perc
i said it make the s*x great
all this weed in this backwood make my chest ache
shake that ass b*tch bust it open i ain’t come to play
live b*tches
i got eight or nine b*tches
they know how to speak
they just don’t f*ck with y’all b*tches
what you think that’s all
but ain’t going to drown in her
when we f*ck
i be trying to bust a 100 rounds in her
what you drink they say
drunk s*x the best s*x for real
on in 1942 you know that p*ssy going to get k!lled
put her on that casamigos
cause she like the way it feel
put a n*gga in this place
let them know just how i feel
this p*ssy get so wet you need a boat n*gga
promise it ain’t never going to get wet for a broke n*gga
all about my money swear to god
i want joke with you
pull up in the benz rocking fendi
that’s a dope picture
n*ggas with no bread that’s who do the most
tell your baby mama
that i’m really quick to slap a ho
take a n*gga from i b*tch
f*ck him good then i make a post
take him to my favorite restaurant then i make a toast
start it in a bed
how we end up f*cking on the floor
make them give me head till i feel it all up in my soul
i’m the type of b*tch to spoil a n*gga
never tell them no
oh you acting different trying to switch up
i’mma let you go
need a real n*gga
play the game how the game go
all under my pictures and your feelings like a lame ho
you the type to let the whole hood run a train on you
i’m the type to pull them honeys out and make it rain on
you boss sh*t
yeah i really be so humble with you b*tches
but i see you b*tches in the comments
i see you b*tches talking sh*t
but i never see you b*tches at the bank
n*gga i got eight or nine b*tches
they know how to speak
they just don’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas
what you think that’s ocean but i ain’t going to drown in it
when we f*ck i be trying to bust a 100 rounds in her
what you drink
they say drunk s*x the best s*x for real
on in 1942 you know that n*gga going to get
k!lled put her on that casamigos cuz she like the way it feel
put a n*gga in this place
let them know just how i feel

- hurricane chris lyrics

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