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stressed out - npn chris lyrics

don′t play with me
i got theses n*ggas feenin and they stay wit me
they stay dissin but they run from me

then i told j hand the gun to me
but you know i gotta stack the green
we pulled up they try double team
i don’t care what they say it′s not stressin me
now i hit from the back and i make her scream
i got his b*tch jumpin like pinball machine
dressed in all white no mister clean
made the whole block disappear
call that a mystery

you don’t want gunsmoke but n*gga you can have it
pull the choppa out make em jump like a rabbit
they tell me to stop but you know it’s a habit
they say i won′t make it but look who′s laughing
not tryna die young i can’t afford a casket
new money coming in i think i should stack it
got a new job i′m tired of trappin
if that’s your girl then why she let me clap it
this why i don′t drive i really hate the traffic
actin like a nerd cuz i gotta do my taxes
bag to the bag you know i’m never lackin
they always talking sh*t but they can never back it
gotta big body i′m afraid to back in
cutting off my phone cuz my girl always tracing
everyone love me now that i started rappin
still stressed out tho i while all off like a napkin

don’t play with me
i got theses n*ggas feenin and they stay wit me
they stay dissin but they run from me
then i told j hand the gun to me
but you know i gotta stack the green
we pulled up they try double team
i don’t care what they say it′s not stressin me
now i hit from the back and i make her scream
i got his b*tch jumpin like pinball machine
dressed in all white no mister clean
made the whole block disappear
call that a mystery

why the f*ck all theses b*tches on my d*ck
been quiet too long y′all needa take a hint
b*tch thought she could stay but she need a lyft
just went to the beach everybody want a pic
all n*ggas do is sit a run they lips
but when a n*gga pull up they not saying sh*t
rich boy summer every day you know we lit
still stressed out don’t make me throw a fit
mauro made this beat and i ran this sh*t hoe
n*ggas stay mad i′m 18 and a ceo
when i get home gotta lock the back door
n*ggas say they finna ride but you never know

- npn chris lyrics

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