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chris dimi - fax lyrics

[chorus: chris dimi]
huh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
what? what? what? what?
what? what? yeah, huh
yeah, yeah
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh+t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact

[verse: chris dimi]
we come at your crib, we come with no doubt
i got something for you, this ain’t sh+t, try it out
runnin’ around with a big black truck, i get two hoes i’m in the club
that lil’ hoe tryna copy me but she playin’ numb
i feel like the man, i feel like somebody who came from the mud
i might still compete with you but you ain’t got no racks, yeah
you ain’t got no funds yeah, you ain’t got nothin’ yeah
you ain’t got no, you ain’t got no, you ain’t got no racks, huh
i think i’m way too fly, i think i’m way too high right now
who the f+ck that hoe think she is to play with my feelings now?
told her to go off, but she said that she miss me now
she keeps callin’ my phone, she tryna hop on but she got no movement on
i don’t know what you said, you ain’t got no hoe
i don’t know what you said, you get off me now, hoe
hoe yeah, hoe yeah
hoe yeah, hoe yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: chris dimi & heyq]
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh+t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah (what the f+ck?)

[verse: heyq]
yeah, black jack, get my chips, life feels like a f+ckin’ game
21, get what i want
run it up, n+gga pull that trigger
smashing sh+t, bad b+tch on camera
mushing n+ggas i don’t need no blame (b+tch, b+tch, b+tch, yeah, b+tch)
put your dukes up, i put your life down
right hook left hook, n+gga on the ground
knocking his head of his motherf+ckin’ shoulders, all of you n+ggas some motherf+ckin’ lames
muhammad ali how i move her ring
watch ya lil step, n+gga i got that aim
six shooter b+tch ’til i blow out your brains
yellow b+tch, trans, i’m sliding in the rain (fah, fah)
pink 50s, blue strips throw it at my b+tch
light up the zaza, i light up the room
alk on this b+tch, taking n+ggas to school
peeping the fit, i glow like the moon
dribble your head off the motherf+ckin’ street
flipping my money and f+ckin’ od’n
drunk as b+tch n+gga fighting my demons (b+tch, woah, yeah)
[chorus: chris dimi]
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh+t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah

[bridge]
i keep two hoes all around me and i say, yeah
i keep two hoes all around me and i say, yeah
got some racks on my body now i’m, yeah
now i’m lit in this b+tch now i’m, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, i go, yeah
put that hoe on me, now she wanna go to sp+ce
put that hoe on my plate
go crazy with b+tches, i don’t know about a thing
you’ve been rockin’ sh+t, you’ve been rockin’ sh+t all day
all day, all day, all day, all day, all day
all day, all day, yeah

- chris dimi lyrics

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