christ dillinger & lil darkie – rap phenomenon lyrics
[intro]
this is new york
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
we in bushwick we in crown height’s we in queens
we’re everywhere n+gga
we in all the stores (we in all the stores)
this is new york
[verse 1: christ dillinger]
you were already made aware
on the block serving [?]
so you know the money old
put the pressure on ’em n+gga
so you know he gonna fold
woah, behold, the way i tote ’em poles, n+gga better dig a hole
rob or be robbed, sell or be sold
two .45’s catch a p+ssy n+gga
and expose you
you been on zolo mixed up with juice
if you disrespect my set
we ain’t finna call truce
b+tch its too late
see your fate
it’s disaster
catch me in the hood collecting money like a pastor
big .38 turn his brains to cake batter
n+ggas ain’t thugs, w+ll++s, or rapper dons
i get up in your b+tch ass
quick fast like ramadan
n+gga r.i.p biggie the rap phenomenon
i’m a real ass n+gga, see the sh+t i’m scheming on?
[verse 2: lil darkie]
i’m with dillinger and if that b+tch a snitch then we k!lling her
but if that b+tch a groupie then the whole gang is filling her
train (choo choo)
puffin on the strain
in my brain, the cannabinoids are f+cking up the pain
i’m insane
in the mustang, f+cking up the paint
where we tear through the city like were breaking up a brick of the ‘caine
yeah i’m sl!ck like the rain or the oil in your tank
b+tch bang at your speakers if you’re feeling what i’m saying
in fame
us, busting pimples make it pus
i ain’t trust my n+ggas
cuz you switchin’
make a fuss
which russ?
your reputation b+tch, into the dust
b+tch, what’s good?
we be strollin’ through our hood
big woods
doin what we shouldn’t cuz you wouldn’t and we could
what’s good?
[verse 3: christ dillinger]
b+tches love you only when you fight with their kinfolk
that’s why i trust no hoe
i be smoking the lizzo
grippin’ on my extendo
you get played like nintendo
n+gga listen to what i’m spittin’ this the hintbook to pimpin’
spider gang walk in this b+tch
you know we don’t do no simpin’
bullets flying like the blimp
leave a f+ck n+gga limpin’
[outro]
ay how the f+ck you ain’t got hamburgers at the deli
ay buy some hamburgers and i might come back and buy them sh+ts
“hey i’m walkin’ here watch where the f+ck you goin'”
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