Chris Wallace
A Rapper Named Nati
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Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Mama, forgive me Got a bunch of bottles, we tipsy And all of it's whiskey Miss me with the bullshit. Don't Oliver Twist me Like "Thank you, sir. May I have another?" She don't get the glass, had to plastic cup her I ain't take her ass to no fancy supper I ain't gettin' harassed. She don't have my number Now everyone at the party is wilin' You know how to find it, just follow the sirens We don't have time for the drama or violence Even ya mama's invited I'll stick with the Crown, no brown tequila Cant't see what I drank. Can't pronounce it either Whatever it was, I just downed a liter Now listen to the sound comin' out your speaker (Had a lotta) money. Spent it all She said she would love me all night long She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah" She said "You're Chris Wallace. Dead Wrong" You know you're dead wrong Another one bites the dust And another one gone. And another one gone Another one bites the dust And another one gone. And another one gone Only reason I'm leavin' is management I'd rather sit and dig the ambience I think I need a nap, need an Ambien I don't need a cab, need an ambulance I'm passin' out off of mass amounts Of craft beer. Can't hear what you're laughin' 'bout We're drinkin' champagne by the magnum now I got a drink in my glass that I can't pronounce And I'on 'memba' if I told you about it in the last verse I couldn't say the alphabet backwards But shit, couldn't do that sober That's all. Last call. I could use that closure So much Ciroc on the rocks you could drown I'm the talk of the town. Shots all around Whether we're talkin' 'bout the Glock or the Crown Enough to lay your whole squad on the ground (Had a lotta) money. Spent it all She said she would love me all night long She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah" She said "You're Chris Wallace. Dead Wrong" You know you're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Yo, kid. You're dead wrong I like to pour and drink slow Got more anejo from Puerto Rico Took a couple shots like I'm scorin' free throws Took a few gambles, more than Pete Rose Uh. I'm on that rum like I'm Jack Sparrow And you know I keep sum'n with a black barrel Bow down to the Crown like a damn pharaoh Look around, all these hounds, but the cat's feral You can go through gas like an H2 But all I need to relax is Dank Juice Grey Goose with a splash of the grapefruit A little Captain and Jack, we can make due You don't wanna fight with us Lettin' off shots inside the club Another one bites the dust You don't wanna die because (Had a lotta) money. Spent it all She said she would love me all night long She said "Don't you trust me?" I said "Nah" She said "You're Chris Wallace. Dead Wrong" You know you're dead wrong Another one bites the dust Yo, kid. You're dead wrong. Yo, kid. You're dead wrong Another one bites the dust Yo, kid. You're dead wrong. Yo, kid. You're dead wrong
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