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chris ca$h - official lyrics

[hook]
i got three hoes, that’s kris kringle
none of your sh-t is f-cking with my singles
che stack them chips, n-gga that’s pringles
b-tch from costa, she bilingual
watch how i shoot that boy, joe ingles
she wanna f-ck with christian, no mingle

[verse 1]
n-gga we press that boy, no wrinkle
n-gga we pressed that boy with a pistol
watch how the hollow tips burst, they ripple
i know these n-ggas were never official
my n-ggas tougher than diane bristles
got a lil’ b-tch and she blowing the whistle
my n-ggas sending the threats and the missle
i know these n-ggas was never official
it ain’t no cap, it ain’t no cap
a n-gga down bad
we used to sleep with the roaches and rats
then scr-ped up the breesh for the pack in the trap
that’s all we had
turned a lil’ 7 right into a half
how did you get here?
riddle me that
riddle me this
how are these n-ggas not f-cking with chris?
ignorance bliss
deep as abyss
i got a foreign b-tch, she do some tricks
and i got a sack, like i ran a blitz
n-gga you know i ain’t going like mitch
going like ace
i told that boy to just open the safe
i put that 40 right up in his face
he run them bands up you know he in shape
got me cape, no doctor strange

- chris cah lyrics

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