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chris king - louder! lyrics

(intro)

turn these motherf+ckers up

yeah, it’s been a while

yeah, louder, louder

(chorus)

don’t get a break, uh, i can’t wait to send a f+ck n+gga to heaven gates
put it in your pipe and smoke it, then you levitate
hard for me to chill, i can’t calm, i can’t meditate
critical condition, the murder premeditated
leave a trail of bodies, everybody get devastated
grow roots inside that ar, his body get vegetated
switch out lettеrs, wack out letters of the opps, this sh+t gеt brazy
in the pelle pelle, tote a glock like my pops, i’m just updated

(verse 1)

in the race for the dollar, don’t you lie and say that we neck and neck
i’m in the staircase, smokin’ bones like raekwon kickin’ it with inspectah deck
i’ll front you work, if you fall in the negative your necklace finna’ check the deck
i recollect, you think your group is some stars, and then we shoot the set
(verse 2)

hah, the flow is mutated, it grew deformities
they try to suppress the swag, they get mortified if there was more of me
clean out the money counter cus’ the dollars got residue
pour the codeine, i don’t measure it
cut the line at the club, don’t cut the drugs, that ain’t fair to you
what you think i’m finna sell to you?
fendi all on the jacket, forgiato the rims and my shooter gon’ catch a new felony
so many f’s on the card, i flip his cap like graduation he’ll be geeking indefinite
n+ggas just not up to par, i’m really raw, unhinged and unedited
don’t you go thinking you hard, get put in cigars and get sent to the medical

(verse 3)

break it then you buy it, if not, n+gga then put it back
don’t gas up or pump up the opps, imma’ leave his body flat
this trash sl+t sucked the nut up outta’ me, i want it back
just uppin’ points on the scoreboard, n+gga show me the stats
you know how i do it, diamonds wet as cruise ships
emilio pucci her coochie, man that b+tch is boujee
her p+ssy too wet i can’t pull out, mafia the movement
i make her cream, haagen+daazs, while i’m smackin’ on the booty
she suck the b+lls, eat me alive, baby don’t you chew it
i walk in the bank, come alive with n+ggas i grew with
inside the octagon, you’ll die, this sh+t can get gruesome
a million in cash how i cry, my n+gga let’s do it
(chorus)

don’t get a break, uh, i can’t wait to send a f+ck n+gga to heaven gates
put it in your pipe and smoke it, then you levitate
hard for me to chill, i can’t calm, i can’t meditate
critical condition, the murder premeditated
leave a trail of bodies, everybody get devastated
grow roots inside that ar, his body get vegetated
switch out letters, wack out letters of the opps, this sh+t get brazy
in the pelle pelle, tote a glock like my pops, i’m just updated

- chris king lyrics

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