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chris king - young & handsome lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ’cause you be in june right now, june be on bullsh-t
lil’ b-tch she was grindin’ on my sh-t, hol’ up
grabbin’ on my…
j-j-j-j-june on the beat, june on the beat
hol’ up

[chorus]
bad b-tch, she was grindin’ on my sh-t, ayy
break it down, i got a science to that sh-t, ayy
if we f-ck, just keep it quiet if i hit, bae
i know the plug, drug dealers are my friends, ayy
give me head, gang slidin’ in this benz, ayy
“man that n-gg- ain’t sh-t” is what your friends say
i know you heard ’bout a n-gg- ’cause i’m lit, ayy
rich, ratchet, young handsome motherf-cker, ayy

[verse 1]
f-cked her, kicked her out
nutted on the couch
f-ckin’ outta town
might f-ck in a hotel lounge
give my glock cpr, that’s mouth to mouth
i do expensive drugs, and i don’t see a drought
called my ‘migo, told him give it to me pure, and don’t be stompin’ on my brick, ayy
told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that d-ck, ayy
all in all, i bet you get the point like it was clickbait
all in all, i make that work flip like it’s grip tape
i bake, that work whip so good, got to switch plates
i put that d-ck in her jaw, ’til her chin brake
they score me 10 with this .9, n-gg- get ate
area 51 my dealership place
ratchet -ss b-tch, wanna f-ck and let her friends see
when the first pack touched down, then it hit me
b-tches love a clean motherf-cka’ that get filthy
knowin’ that you shouldn’t mix petrone with the henny

[bridge]
money on my mind, and my time isn’t sweet, ayy
eatin’ p-ssy with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

[verse 2]
i know you like that
left for a second, then i came right back
cold as ice pack, eyes j-panese from the flight pack
where the dice at, she wanna sing it, my mic chat
then i pipe that, i go to work
i call my ‘migo, told him give it to me pure, and don’t be stompin’ on my brick, ayy
told her lick it clean, then get sloppy with that d-ck, ayy
all in all, we chuggin’ alcohal, i can’t see straight
blowin’ all these bands on a n-gg- and a b-tch, wait
she want me inside her ovaries
she wanted the d-ck, she run from the d-ck
why are you hidin’ from me?
doin’ ratchet -ss sh-t with a ratchet -ss b-tch, and a loaded ratchet on me
i ain’t crackin’ no beer, i ain’t sippin’ no [?] my n-gg-, but p-ss the fourty
f-ck it up when i payed it, loaded
took in her the bathroom at the house party to f-ck until the door knock
at the 3-point line at the buzzer, i am a sure shot
these n-gg-s stealin’ the drip, i’m just takin’ your thot
third or fourth bottle, your stomach is where i pour it out

[bridge]
money on my mind, and my time isn’t sweet, ayy
eatin’ p-ssy with these diamonds in my teeth, ayy

- chris king lyrics

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