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chris èlite - wine on a blixk (remix) lyrics

[chorus: chris èlite]
lil b+tch, got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch
got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch

[verse 1: chris èlite]
fatboy he got put on a tee
black rain, all my gd’s is heartless
everybody know folks run the street
you talk on von and the g go r+t+rded
[?] that van and we hopped out that v
he got punched now his face look departed
you f+cked up whеn you spoke on the team
p+ssy boy, you don’t know what you startеd
yeah, my n+ggas they savage, pistol we packin’
spinnin’ we shoot for the k!ll
brodie pass me the ratchet, run up i’m clappin’
know that i’m down for the drill
that’s your wifey i’m slappin’, you mad that i’m laughin’
she lovin’ the way that it feel
kapo dead in a casket, flossy be cappin’
f+ck it, let’s bend through the hill
f+ck your dead get back yeah i said that
[?] just sat back when his brother got whacked
like, your mans get k!lled you regret that
got the knock on my hip you better step back
[chorus]
lil b+tch, got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch
got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch

[verse 2: yung jay]
lil b+tch, i got a glock in my pants
catch him, clip him we ain’t pulled up to waste time
hope you ready to die for your mans
i send them shooters all i tell them is “facetime”
call lil jah he gon’ hop out the van, trigger cl!ckin’ no survivors it’s game time
we put one in the head when we spin, have that sleeper do you on the same time
b+tch, we spinnin’ we don’t give a f+ck
pull up when we clap that turn ‘em into flashbacks, them shooters sendin’ them up
made that boy a new pack, sendin’ him where ike at
they know when we bendin’ we [?]
she gon’ whine on a d+ck but she feel the stick
he talk hot then we fessin’ him up
this lil b+tch with the sh+ts let her whine on a blixk
[chorus]
lil b+tch, got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch
got a glock in my pants
extendo the clip so don’t ask me to dance
hand on hip, watch she whine on a blixk
was never the type to waste time on a b+tch
time on a b+tch

- chris elite lyrics

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