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whippa flippa - hurricane chris lyrics

[intro]
hmm hmm hmm

[chorus]
i done put some young dumb n*ggas on a payroll
running with them dracos
coming from the front and the back
said it’s real in the field when a coach send a blitz
know a n*gga gotta go and get a quarter back sack
forty go grrratt
you ain’t certified in the hoodthen a n*gga gone take your pack
got jack for your sh*t and now them n*ggas on the gram with your chain on they neck telling you to get it back
type of sh*t is that
type of n*gga fold under pressure couldn’t handle the load on his back
you knew he was telling i give a f*ck what he selling, how you gone buy from a rat
no coming back now you can’t hang on the set we ain’t rocking like that
you don’t want drama likе you’ll get hit with a chopper like that on my sidе of the track

[verse]
i sent your b*tch on the road
make her go give me a load and she bring it back
stunting in the middle of the kitchen b*tt naked with clothes off new jack city this crack
stay the f*ck up out of my business i ain’t really that friendly f*ck n*gga we ain’t cool like that
you ain’t never gone get my attention i hear one word that he said he about no racks (naw on gang)
f*ck n*ggas ain’t about no racks
ain’t heard one word that he said can’t give my attention
because it really ain’t about no stacks (naw on gang)
real n*ggas don’t rock like that
i give a f*ck about what you said and i heard that you was telling don’t come on my side of the tracks (naw on gang)
don’t come on my side on the tracks got thirties and fifties and macs
i stay with this sh*t it’s a fact your sh*t gone get pushed to the back
not a barber but i’m quick to line up your fade
this stick a come out and get blazed
please stay the f*ck up out my way i ain’t come here to play
i’m about to bust up your b*tch
she been loving on chris i’m about to have that ho yelling out cane
she on a percocet 30 i already came and she won’t stop giving me brain
bird in the air when i chirp i just landed the plane
n*ggas come copping whole thangs
i thought the money was fake had to pull out the marker you almost got hit with that flame
making me wait i’m impatient if we gone do business you should have been there when i came
focus on b*tches and gucci and shopping and balling i’m telling you that sh*t is lame
money keep calling and calling my pockets so heavy now they lift me up with a crane
jesus keep blessing and telling me ain’t no mo stressing and i said high low be thou name
[chorus]
i done put some young dumb n*ggas on a payroll
running with them dracos
coming from the front and the back
said it’s real in the field when a coach send a blitz
know a n*gga gotta go and get a quarter back sack
forty go grrratt
you ain’t certified in the hoodthen a n*gga gone take your pack
got jack for your sh*t and now them n*ggas on the gram with your chain on they neck telling you to get it back
type of sh*t is that
type of n*gga fold under pressure couldn’t handle the load on his back
you knew he was telling i give a f*ck what he selling, how you gone buy from a rat
no coming back now you can’t hang on the set we ain’t rocking like that
you don’t want drama like you’ll get hit with a chopper like that on my side of the track

- hurricane chris lyrics

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