Lyrics:
Chris and .45s they sing like Drake yeah
I’m just cruising by, doin Just Me
You can’t hang with us if you can’t trust me
I be drenched out they say that
the movie American Pie
Caught stroking heavy by Gene Levy
But he was a cool guy
And good old Oz is getting frisky in choir
Singing, "Chris will be the way
the way
Get out the way
Opps in distress like yelling Mayday
Yeah we got smoke nigga Ash inna tray
Flee the scene go leave em in disarray
Die by the streets
all the way Christmas time let's go inside and play
Chris cringle, cringle, cringle on the way
Time to get in bed now ScNTcS ON HIS WcYY!!I
Sleigh bell
fellow bretheren
Find medicine
Not through pills and prescription
But by the purp and the scripture
My destiny's written
My sinful way's not ridden
I can't
love when you are all up on me
But there's one thing I have to see
Is the way you pop that booty (pop it for me)
I love the way you move so sexy
I
to fling me with a fucking noob,
He's playing as Chris, he's a fucking fruit,
There's something gay in my own backyard...
Who ya gonna call?
CHRIS
to fling me with a fucking noob,
He's playing as Chris, he's a fucking fruit,
There's something gay in my own backyard...
Who ya gonna call?
CHRIS
I lead the team I'm Jimmy Butler
That money callin', I say 'wassup?'
I came in here to fuck the bucks up
I ain't got shit to do, it's Friday, Chris
said I would fail.
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words.
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
nigga you ain’t real if you don’t get out there and chase it (Chase it)
Oh I gotta get it I've been hungry way too long
I’ve been cautious way too long
, you don't wanna chill you just wanna get clout
Funny like Chris Rock and get a high amount, them guys there big-cap big sellout
And them boys there
throwed
I'm coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho
Those hoes be out to get you, for everything
But I'm out there trying to come up and swang
throwed
I'm coming down riding with my partners, fuck a ho
Those hoes be out to get you, for everything
But I'm out there trying to come up and swang
,
And there’s way too much time to think.
Was it drugs or depression,
Or mother’s rejection
Or was it in your DNA?
Despite your deep kindness,
Behind your
I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying
I've always been like that, my whole life, man
If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No way out 'cause I'm already in it
I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
I
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
huh?
Yeah, Yeah, it's somethin special
You out there murderin them niggaz kid
Yeah, it's somethin special, everyone here man Ja, Tah, Black
Tell 'em
the womb, scower the room, a new flower just bloomed
My momma tells me, u was posed to come out me in June
A gentlemen standing over me says hello there
I
and purpose
I'm getting out the South, higher people taking food from mouths
There's nicer people that I found, with food in the clouds
That help me get by
Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way
And I'm still fresh out the system
Still trap phones bandos
Still blenders in kitchens
Just got a 9
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
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