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in christian we trust - ​yvngxchris lyrics

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[intro]
yuh yuh
yuh yuh
yuh

[verse 1]
label tellin’ me to get more personal
shawty tellin me to get her a purse
i told both of them, don’t take this personal
but i don’t think that sh*t finna work
[?], i can’t [?]
these rick owens, i can’t converse
i ain’t tryna talk hoe gimme commerce
my b*tch mad i don’t even call first
my b*tch mad but money come first
my b*tch mad i don’t let her cum first
yvng world lifestyle, it’s a yvng earth
i was 16 makin’ tiktoks b*tches twerk
and he called me a tiktok rapper he a nerd
and if i’m a tiktok rapper i did it first
only n*gga that i trust, is me
pullin’ up like i’m curry n*gga imma dunk that sh*t from deep
while i’m on tour pull up in a minivan, i got many bands out of reach
and i got 2 b*tches thats 20 fingers, i got many hands on to me
aye pop yo sh*t twin
got these hoes on my d*ck man
it don’t matter but that boy get blitzed man
in toronto b*tch, i’m in the six man
stick come off the bench like a sixth man
i want plenty hoes give me six man
my nickname precipitation, cause i got that drip man
can’t come near me, do you got a christian wristband?
[?]
ha, this pack thrax this sh*t kickin
liquid crack b*tch i sipped it
my sh*t to a t (lipped it)
she put lips on me (sippin)
b*tch im too elite (you trippin)
gave her my peter, lil shawty griffin
[chorus]
she got some hand strength, lil shawty grippin
not tryna f*ck, lil hoe you trippin
this ain’t dior talkin bout a christian
n*gga be yours brodie you not christian
all of the wh0res tryna f*ck on christian
all of these doors openin’ for christian
she call me god she not even christian
i guess i’m the lord baby i don’t get it
she like pass me off to christian
and she wanna match me now, we twinnin

[verse 2]
oh sh*t this perky got me spinnin
nowadays all of my dreams livin
nowadays all of my dreams i live it
like sleep paralysis but no demons in it
i f*cked a hoe and left no s*m*n in it
i ain’t posed to beat her that ain’t me in the kitchen[?]
i ran a red light i dont stop at [?]
im in a challenger i’m tokyo driftin’
i am not comin i dont know these lil b*tches
you think i’m p*ssy? show me that n*gga

[chorus]
she got some hand strength, lil shawty grippin
not tryna f*ck, lil hoe you trippin
this ain’t dior talkin bout a christian
n*gga be yours brodie you not christian
all of the wh0res tryna f*ck on christian
all of these doors openin for christian
she call me god she not even christian
i guess i’m the lord baby i dont get it

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