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chris crack - twerk in my face till i get pinkeye lyrics

[verse 1]:
see them b+tches looking, they just finna sit and stare at us
mac’n off attraction i’m never give my player up
alpine system with the rose petals on the floor
and i like these faucet fittings n+gga do they come in gold
ballin like the movie blow
boston george plugged in with them people
i don’t care how much it’s costing yours
30 cities, 40 days that was an exhausting tour
i ain’t into locking doors, p+ssy was aquatic form
you just f+ck alotta wh0res
had them b+tches doing chores
running errands, you was living with your parents
you ain’t got no b+tches, n+gga that’s apparent
k!llеd the stage, hear еm cheering
5g, no interference
we gon drop it anyway f+ck the clearance
real selvedge denim, never rocked amiri
i don’t never follow trends n+gga they were shocked to hear me
itty bitty with the titties, i ain’t gotta call committee
100s i don’t play with 50’s
you can’t see a n+gga coming up, then you ain’t watching really

[chorus]:
we gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
we gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
we gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
we gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
[verse 2]:
your b+tch just dm’d me pool plans, cue the ja rule jams
these chi town birds in love with my chips like i’m cool ranch
pulled up with a bottle of clase azul and brew cans
in two minutes these two hands grabbing the two balloons in her pants
ooo d+mn, she tryna make daddy happy like it’s june for the bands
rated mature so save that acting cute sh+t for middle school dance
b00b implants got my lil dude enhanced, drool on my vans
one, two and her plans is true romance? you wanna move to france?
chill, you tryna make love, i’m in love with pay stubs
this b+tch tryna vacation and get her aches rubbed
dates and hugs, me, my dream day is take drugs, die then wake up
straight to the pub, levels be 8 and above, some brains a plus
you’re only spending the night for the morning after k!ll
foodie bags be daffodils and morning after pills
that’s why no matter how cool it was we only doin it once
go grab your stupid junk boo the uber’s in front

- chris crack lyrics

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