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chinx - crown royal lyrics

[intro]
we don’t count the money on this side, we just weight it

[hook]
probably walkin’ with a hundred thou on (yay!)
with a funny nose, couldn’t clown on me
n-gg-s at the top lookin’ down on ya
down to chop the door, with the crown on
light the pot, drop the pollo in
light the pot, drop the pollo in
n-gg-s on the top lookin’ down on ya
down to chop the door, with the crown on

[verse 1]
inside italian, outside microfiber
doors go up daniel-son, probably that crouching tiger
sip crown in dat royce
never solid, you moist
ball like i play for kansas
top dog on the (?)
i don’t want no excuses, told (?) to get my retainer
chop a body to pieces, stuffed in different containers
just to get to that crown, ran (?) that crown
(?) caprices on that regal
cleanse your body from evil
i just popped me two zans, finna f-ck me a waitress
drumma, he from sudan
surgical with two lasers
lift the ground up from under you
choppa turn you to dust
hope f-ck n-gg-s perish
for the in gods we trust

[verse 2]
only youngin still playing by the old rules
can’t learn a new dance wearing old shoes
no dance instruction, bust ya own move
eenie, miney, moe, b-tches gon’ choose
rainin’ doing about a buck n-gg- hydroplanin’
get cha crown snatched, kufi confiscated
got the accolades on the corner
dope from peru, sniff from tijuana
turn nanos (?) to the bando
feed a dog, can you trust ’em in a jam tho?
steph curry with the handle
p-ssy n-gg- kick rocks – jesus sandal

[outro]
haha, you still worried about that sh-t on the ground level?
n-gg-s up at the top laughing down at ya
better figure out how to get up there
dufflel bag sh-t
brown bag, plastic bag
however you bring the money, it all count the same
c-ke boy sh-t

- chinx lyrics

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