Lyrics:
to run Run it back like a punt Run that shit like Chris Breezy All these hoes is on me All these sights on me All these lights on me Not really like
we bang, hot shit, free Chris. Yeah you already know we ain't on no drama Drama thing, we on some murder shit, bang bang
I be on that hot shit
Niggas
might be time to relocate again (yeah)
Blessed and highly flavored (yeah)
We all petrified by paper (mhmm)
Couple of them pretty piano beats
So I can
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
three repeat
Tha Likwit up in ya all night
Number four repeat
DJ spin the record all night
Number five repeat
We'll have sex on the beach all
for all of my accomplishments
I'm a real one so nobody crossing me
Chrome Hearted glasses the only thing crossing me
It's a baddie just sitting across
going be Chris
Know that time is the crown, and it going sit on your wrist
Put in the work to grow the heart of a champion
Keep your mind stronger than
only get one chance ta get it right
{LL} Huh, that's all I need, we got two mouths to feed
{Le} You talkin about some love
{LL} To the six indeed,
Harlem
Number one like I'm D-Rose, I be scorin'
All net with them free throws Chris Paulin'
Old school sittin' on chance Mike Jordan
Remy Boyz big ZooWap
nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' ’cause
They ain’t fuckin' with us
Yeah yeah
Yeah
When you hustle all the time
There’s no such thing
on our way
We're well on our way
We're well on our way
We're well on our way
We're well on our way
All these things are rushing by
All these
Gorilla my niggas don't play with my folks
That's all you should know
I took a fish out the water
And gave it some life
Got me feeling like Jesus
things
I make big boy noise 'cause
I know what girls want (want)
I know what they like (like)
They wanna stay up (ayy)
And party all night
So bring
the madness
When your friends is Chris and Gwyneth
When your girl is more famous than Juventus
Then it's time to get all your windows tinted
Keep your eyes
got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm
dick)
Fuck you wanna be gangsters in your clicks
If you want to cause violence motherfucker you can (suck my dick)
You can talk all that shit that you
(harmonica solo)
Dont send me no doctor he wont do me no good
Dont send me no doctor he wont do me no good
I said its all my fault
Did do things I
you-ooh-ooh, lalalala
I got a girl, but I'm about to switch all that
Because my girl be trying to play me like the bitch all that
Shoot, clocked her
used to hate the baggage, ironically I supply it now
Held up by all the hang-ups that tie me down
Fell in love with the feeling of fallin' down
Back
come
Humbly to ya throne of grace
I admit I got carried away
By this ocean of pride
Steady goin' through all of the motions
Implodin'
Facade keep
anomaly
Now we gotta see
Our peeps gunned down
In the streets
By police brutality
We don't need any Apologies
This time around
We doin things differently
We
black BMW and all white Mercedes
‘Bout to cop that Hardwood Classics
Chris Paul jersey from Macy’s, yeah
That bitch crazy, she tryna enslave me
I own
good and you just got the news from chris
The funny thing about this life is either way its hit or miss
At times i feel im going backwards how i did
down from way up here
Funny how things become so clear
With a little distance, time and space
We'll both be in a better place
Chorus:
Bridge:
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