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christ dillinger - i sell lyrics

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
robbed him so quick that he didn’t know who to shoot
i move the drugs on the block like a hoolahoop
[?]
n+ggas with me strapped up afghanistan
i robbed the plug but we still cool
i was sellin xans on the playground in middle school
you sippin green you ain’t how you dizzy
gang a n+gga for verse then he gone k!ll me
my trap boomin yo trap seen better days
i’m my own boss n+gga time for a pay raise
[?] free slave
nut on her b+tch it look like mayonaise
[?] f+ck yo family man
he cuff a hoes that boy think he a family man
want f+ck a whole family hit that’s a family plan
these rappers vacate ain’t really my greatest fan
i’m out of percs again?
where they at?
my hood f+cked up i rat
when we see these n+ggas they be hoppin fences
that n+gga got [?] he work at wendy’s
pull up [?]
he wanted a quarter he can get 7
i [?] apprentice
i’m in the b+tch mouth like i am a dentist
[hook: christ dillinger & 83hades]
i sell (crack)
i sell (lean)
i sell (percs)
i sell (xans)
i sell (lean)
i sell (crack)
i sell (straps)
i sell (water)
i sell (pack)
i sell (glass)

[verse 2: 83hades]
83
[?]
if she got a kid then i shoot at the stroller
i’m findin new ways to get rid of that [?]
i bend her right over
ar on my shoulder
no i’m not a voter
but i’m a gun toter
he turn a blood doner
no i’m never sober
i’m gettin much older
but livin much younger
these rappers be stravin they dyin of hunger
if he want the noise he get clapped with the thunder
walk in the party i’m bringin my fn
balenciaga’s on me best watch where you steppin
i got a b+tch that go suck on my weapon
these xannies on me you know them sh+ts pressin
beatin his ass but we ain’t playin tekken
i towed these guns like illegally
i am the one that they dream to be
i f+ck yo b+tch and then put it on dvd
all on my waist is a gg
not go to new york he still [?] me
not who you muhf+ckin claim to be
fill up a pool and then drown it in hennesy
talkin bout guns we got plenty
stop talkin bout em [?] different entity
hide behind gangs he don’t even tow no glizzy
i poured this lean in my throat and just go dizzy
i’m in this b+tch rollin dice that’s a 450
if you come to me best come right or you go missin
f+ck all these sick suckin ass muhf+ckers man

- christ dillinger lyrics

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