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chris èlite - yawahk lyrics

[verse]
move in silence, them n+ggas on dog time
tell yawah strap up ‘cause it’s war time
lee glizz hit him up if he offsides
izzy loc is a kid call him small fries
it’s a party on bristol, b+tch, come to the towns
m.i.s on drill, bet we don’t make a sound
i been layin’ real low for a while
but i’m back in my bag ‘cause these n+ggas is stealin’ my style
i feel like chiraq
no hesi’, i shoot, [?] gz in the back with a shooter named pookie
got me movin’ real tact, put the gun in my boot
hope i make a new pack, reload, then boom
who the best in the game? mr. wine+on+blixk
b+tch, i started this game only right that i win
got down, pray to god, forgive all my sins
shot that b+tch in her face playin’ wine on a brim
never pay for a thing, [?] and a gun
when i pull this sh+t out, yeah, i get what i want
new opp in the air he got turned to some runtz
got the chop on my waist so you better not front
all that facebook and snap, i don’t got no time
smokin’ dumb i got whacked, that boy outta line
all y’all b+tches is whack, i’ma stick to my grind
all y’all snitches and rats get the f+ck off my live
got the hood on my back so i gotta get signed
money, power, respect only thing on my mind
yawahk they love talkin’ and cappin’
y’all ain’t gettin’ no views, why the f+ck is you rappin’?
get the [?], tell that boy pass the ratchet
put the clip in the gun then i back up, i start blastin’

- chris elite lyrics

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