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chris classic – 5 carats for t’yanna lyrics

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put ya money where ya mouth is

kylie jenner

slightly better

than many of the veterans in the letterman sweater

reminiscent of anthony cruz (@quietazmoney)

minus the lisp

leave you n-gg-s h-lla confused

minus ya b-tch

said she wanna roll with the winners

like maverick (@mavcarter)

shes a goner

hop in the sprinter like magic

made her smile like young roland outta duval [@livduval

for a while i moved more box than uhaul

i rap for n-gg-s with a mortgage

just real life ain’t wit all that hypebeast performance

for fathers of daughters that got recitals

embellish with the fellas cigar night revival

gimme a v cut

macallan 12 neat

yamakazi papi

ain’t f-ckin wit the peat

the only squares that i know fold in my pocket

sippin manachevitz at home shalom shabbat

see me out i be alone nizzo thizzots

ain’t no kitten worth what ive written

i dont mean rap i spell my life sentence

[s-x isnt worth ruining what ive intentionally “spelled” into my life. spells are powerful]

the presence in all my kids lives at present

impressive

all dat bottle poppin for peasants

[coparenting and blended family life is hardwork and an example to notice]

all ego

broke sh-t

n-gg- rich

u got a hublot

no insurance or benefits

d-mn i see where your priority lie

tryna live yo best life the majority die

this is just info

to kin folk

from big bro

wit sick flow

slid from ny

to atlanta for the re-intro

i came here with no agenda

besides they were tired of conspiring new york pretenders

im more bankhead then buckhead

on abernathy u can catch me in the west end

eatin sl-tty vegan you might even see me skippin the line

or at the gathering spot

rolodexin the vibe

got a new wife, new sun, new daughter, my first born just moved in i praise the lord up

this ain’t no pretend you been following chris

been with the blend like mashonda and swizz

this is grown -ss sh-t

not that vh1

it ain’t good for the psyche

i got love ms young (mona scott young)

i realize this might come off as pretentious fam

and way too many bars for your attention span

not d hitchc-cks, sans the nick grant, i mean the little boys who find joy sagging their pants

young man ya whole booty out, how you tough?

oh sh-t the beats over gave u n-gg-s enough

- chris classic lyrics

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