christ dillinger, dj smokey & rxknephew – ex still wanna have my baby lyrics
[intro: christ dillinger]
(dark evil poison)
i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck and then get the f+ck out (what’s good geeohhs)
i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck and then get the f+ck+ (what’s good+)
i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck and then get the f+ck out (what’s good geeohhs)
ever since i got this money, all these ho’s wanna come and f+ck now
you keep comin’ short and askin’ me for fronts, man, get the f+ck out
opps broke as sh+t, ain’t no one playin’ they music, they ain’t got no clout
(holy f+cking sh+t, this is f+cked beyond repair)
(poison)
(we make the best poison)
[verse 1: christ dillinger]
i told that b+tch to suck my d+ck and then get the f+ck out (what’s good geeohhs)
ever since i got this money, all these ho’s wanna come and f+ck now
you keep comin’ short and askin’ me for fronts, man, get the f+ck out
opps broke as sh+t, ain’t no one playin’ they music, they ain’t got no clout
opp n+ggas postin’ on facebook still tryna get they likes up
i got a big ass house in brooklyn, christmas time, the whole sh+t light up
grown ass man still ridin’ ’round in chevrolet blazers servin’ nick bags
i was stuck in the trap, the whole neighborhood knew christ dillinger had big bags (what the f+ck)
[?] suge knight
these n+ggas eat spaghetti every night
h+llo no, we ain’t gonna fight
pull up five deep, we still gon’ up the pipe
n+gga, we is not about to jump, up the extended clip and drum you
these n+ggas beggin’ just like bums do
we’re lacin’ weed wit’ crack and [?]
unc hit the dope, look like he hit a tazer
the only green we got is lasers
i drink tequila wit’ no chaser
yo b+tch a ho, n0body raised her
still ain’t pay me yet, you outta time
fentanyl test strip, one red line
i’m sellin’ big ass bags of nicks and dimes
tattoos on my face, amanda bynes (where’d you find this?)
[?] that chain, we gon’ loot that
sent this b+tch nudes to the groupchat (it’s based negative squad, you stupid b+tch)
that b+tch dumb as h+ll, but her ass fat
they sneak dissin’, but they ask for dap
my fiends see me, they ask for crack
i take a perc like i hurt my back
opps down in the cut always wearin’ hats
i got mad hats and i don’t wear ’em
my hairline always shaped up
i don’t be smokin’ shake blunts
front pocket look like a big b+tt
i go to sleep after i f+ck
hop on the beat and wild out
opps broke as sh+t, got no clout
your mom want you to move out
my chain look like i’m ’bout to shout
my chain look like three midgits fightin’ (it’s based negative squad, you stupid b+tch)
n+gga, that sh+t look crazy
ex b+tch still wanna have my baby
nut in her eye and make it lazy
my chain look like two midgits boxin’
used to get high off that suboxone
he’s in the trap, look just like hopsin
if he not shoppin’ we gon’ rob him
i’m really black, i’m not obama
get drunk, start yellin’, “dj drama”
i’m not your daddy, and f+ck your momma
walk in the courtroom, f+ck your honor
walk in the bank, got lots of commas
lilo and stitch, my money blue
fiends in the trap, they my ohana (evil poison boys)
smoke wit’ the fiends more than i f+ck wit’ you
[verse 2: rxknephew]
they like, where you finna drop?
where we from we shoot at cops
tell yo n+gga i’m what he not
glock in amiri, i can’t fly
drugs in the car, don’t make it hot
set somethin’ up, i’ll slap a cop
my wrist froze like papa doc
i done blew like thirteen+thousand
one weekend he was wildin’
they like, “neph, who the h+ll yo stylist?”
my b+tch thick as sh+t, look like a goddess
marlon wayans, who the f+ck want a problem?
pop the trunk, a rocket launcher
f+150 look like a tonka
everybody wit’ me’ll stomp you
ain’t no head up, they gon’ jump you (holy sh+t)
opps can come to the show if they want to
and get shot if you really want to
get knocked out if you want to
playin’ wit’ my dawg, i’ll slap you
slitherman, jump out, grab you
i ball harder than caillou
uppercut the dope, riyu
left wrist look like hadouken (hadouken)
f+ck around, we’ll start shootin’
don’t mind my brother, he booty
jump out my sleep, got a new fit
got a new coat and a new wrist
oh, b+tch, know i got a new b+tch
drive the lamb and get a new gl!ck
got arp’s and four nicks
.556s’ll flip some sh+t
my brother do perc back to back to back
we trap back to back to back
made a hunnid thousand back to back to back
cartier frames back to back to back
did a bean, f+cked her back to back to back
i take a loss, back to the trap
i don’t wanna hear yo tape, sh+t ass
don’t pass that, it’s not gas (evil poison boys)
[outro]
(it’s based negative squad, you stupid b+tch)
(based negative squad, crack rock records)
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