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chris sails - chris fell off lyrics

[intro]
yea

[chorus]
chris fell off (ahh) , n+gga stop it
f+ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b+tch)
got a pocket rocket for n+ggas who watchin’ (on god)
flooded my new b+tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it (yeah yeah)
cheated on my b+tch and broke her heart (ok)
do i regret it?
h+ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n+gga f+ck how you feel about me
(facts)
main n+ggas hatin’ be them n+ggas rockin’ abercrombie
(on god)

[verse]
f+ck i look like chasing you and i’m the one with the bag (b+tch)
see why n+ggas mad cause i been in my bag
b+tches talkin’ ‘bout “ugly where?”
b+tch right there (ah)
lace front stale, b+tch you need some new hair
and i only fear god
quick to lose a b+tch like a airpod
b+tches come around me actin’ faithful
i ain’t buying that (nah)
she tryna run off, i dumped the d+ck where her spine at (ha)
and yeah i’m a cheater, but i can’t cheat myself (facts)
i’d be stupid to love a b+tch and i don’t love myself (oh sh+t)
single life boring but it’s peaceful as f+ck (on god)
i ain’t gotta deal with you after i bust a nut
when i die everybody gone swear they my dog
but who f+ck with me right now? (b+tch)
yeah, b+tch who f+ck with me right now? (huh?)
see you doing challenges, come beatbox on this d+ck (b+tch)
b+tch i’m from detroit where we hit jugs and we hit l!cks (yea)
grown n+ggas mad cause we turned up and we got rich (b+tch)
but you could do it too, just put your mind to this sh+t
(that’s all you gotta do n+gga, don’t hate on me)
n+ggas don’t like me, i gotta deal with it
b+tch you bet not talk to n0body
don’t give a f+ck if i got six b+tches (ahh haha)
and i’m not just anybody b+tch i keep a nine (you know i do)
put you on my only fans b+tch it’s demon time
b+tch we too young to settle down (yea)
so you know this d+ck gone get around (get around, get around)
say i wouldn’t make it now all my carts push the start
f+ck all them n+ggas who be talking out they jaw (b+tch)
cause n+ggas ain’t tough they just act hard
took a n+gga b+tch
i’ll have her running from this d+ck like she a track star
[chorus]
chris fell off, n+gga stop it (yea, n+gga stop it)
f+ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b+tch i’m good)
got a pocket rocket for n+ggas who watchin’ (i do)
flooded my new b+tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it
(i just copped it)
cheated on my b+tch and broke her heart (hey hey hey hey)
do i regret it? (huh huh hey hey)
h+ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n+gga f+ck how you feel about me
main n+ggas hatin’ be the ones rockin’ abercrombie
(abercrombie)

[outro]
woah, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
hey hey and if it’s up then it’s stuck
aye

- chris sails lyrics

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