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cui prodest - quelle chris lyrics

[verse 1]
all my n*ggas
work the boulevard all day
solid green, go
grillin’ like a [?][0:28]
been talkin’ out the mouth sideways
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout me
lips right [?][0:33]
be somethin’ that your ass can’t pay
drop it on the mouth
until they take a walk in my toes, let them hoes keep cryin’, sade
what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
[?][0:44] deep, deep, deep
[?] in your sleep won’t eat
talkin’ ’bout woke
i ain’t seen a c*note, d*mn
when you see me with the cape on, pray that i don’t go awol
[?] with the paint [0:54]
go from here to straight to yippee*ki*yay
too many gold calves in the math to commit to y’all way
f*ck a humble, we gon’ get it all way
[chorus]
what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
on ’til it’s off, my n*ggas count money, countin’ sheep don’t pay, talkin’ ’bout raw
go on with your [?][1:10], come see me when your last [?], what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
on ’til the wheels spin ‘way, count money, countin’ sheep don’t pay, i’m talkin’ ’bout saw
deep within the [?][1:20] fray, talk to me when your last [?], what you talkin’ ’bout?

[interlude]
you know what it is? i like, i like finer things, you know?
i likе, i like things that, that, that catch the eyе, you understand?
uh, the, the, the finer things
the, the, the, the premier things, you know?

[verse 2]
from what i heard, my daddy was a mo*fu*
so what you think his progeny finna be?
invisible [?][1:39] around me, about a hundred deep
to the hundred t**th
power [?]
five dollar collars, birds, ain’t nothing deep ’bout it, my n*ggas say
man, ain’t that some sh*t
the water in the sink brownish, i ain’t wanna think ’bout it, i did
came up with swim crow and this new wave is sponsored by dasani, but that line was inspired by some mids
did a big russian and foot*kicked in
get it out the soil and the zinc
then get it out the ink blot forty and get off on the norm and get some royalties off sync
the scene [?][2:08] barrel full of crabs get tipped to a boil, sautéed
a stick of b*tter, lemon, salt, and garlic
with a hint of soylent
what you talkin’ ’bout?
i go [?][2:18] around my very rare polar bear skin carpet
ow, hot as fish grease
that conflict [?][2:20] don’t [?] nothing and big t**th
working with darpa
the hawk is out while the brick houses gettin’ folded like straw was
i shaved the chinny*chin*chin hair off my bank
[chorus]
what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
on ’til it’s off, my n*ggas count money, countin’ sheep don’t pay, talkin’ ’bout raw
go on with your [?], come see me when your last [?], what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
on ’til the wheels spin ‘way, count money, countin’ sheep don’t pay, i’m talkin’ ’bout saw
deep within the [?] fray, talk to me when your last [?], what you talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 3]
ten toes in the dirt
chest full of hurt
bag full of work
a lil’ rough around the edge, so i hired some skirts
couple credit cards and loaded twenty*twos in they purse
i tell ’em, “go and get the bread”
manifestin’, livin’ out my head
you n*ggas ain’t steppin’ the way i tread
p*ssies ain’t bleedin’ the way i bled
feel my legs tremble every time i reach the edge
but i’m still gon’ leave
f*ck you heard? i ain’t into followin’ sheep
faith is my one and only belief
i’m my own commander*in*chief
you hoes settle for suckers swallowin’ keef
then expect somethin’ different than cum on your t**th
i mean, really though
quick to kneel, but what you bendin’ for?
i’m on that chiraq, me, shaq, and the bender go
i’ll never bow
tell ’em f*ck ’em all before the trial
wouldn’t let me in, jehovah made it wild, went around
yeah, how they try to trim you down
you blow, they try to dim you down
[?][3:50] wash the remy down
aerial when i’m sittin’ down, uh
holler at me when you ready to carry the weight of the world on your cranium
strong, titanium
went from zero fans to a stadium
you ain’t gotta like me, respects, pay me them
runnin’ like the atm, uh
you can catch me countin’ money, h*ll yeah
’cause countin’ sheep don’t pay
what you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?

- quelle chris lyrics

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