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christ dillinger - it aint nun lyrics

[intro: christ dillinger]
h+ll no i can’t be your man
i wake up, take a yellow xan
h+ll no i can’t be your man (evil poison money gang)

[chorus: christ dillinger]
h+ll no i can’t be your man
i wake up, take a yellow xan
i wake up, take a green xan
i wake up, take a red xan
my pockets green, like peter pan
hoes do what i say like the taliban
i created dope in the kitchen with my hand
b+tch tryna argue i’m too high to understand

(you’re listening to a dj smokey, exclusive)
(8+0 8+0 8+0 888 808 mafia)
(evil poison, evil poison, evil poison)
(purp what’s good mane)
(poison incorporated, we make the best poison)

[verse 1: xhris2eazy]
it ain’t nun for me to put this car in sport (vroom)
it ain’t nun for me to get this b+tch to come pull down my shorts
had to [?] cause a young bool gettin’ bored (f+ck)
hit my ese for them pounds i bought that b+tch straight off the porch
got some cornb+lls who 27 jumpin’ off the porch
it ain’t nun for me to switch this car and trade it for a porsche
it ain’t nun for me to turn your wifey to a f+ckin’ wh0re
i’m with smokedope, b+tch i’m smokin’ dope while unemployed (yeah)
pullin’ out them boonk ass pills, don’t p+ss me off (b+tch)
and i came in super proper b+tch, it look like i play golf
all these f+ck+boys starin’ i know they mad cause i got all this sauce, uh
these f+ck+boys starin’ i know they mad because i got all this sauce
took a long time to get this sh+t
took a long time to get like this
took a long time to get that b+tch jumpin’
you know i’m finna get rich, hah
what’s in my pockets? big ass pockets, oh my god it cost me a brick (oh my god)
cost me a brick
(holy f+cking sh+t)

[verse 2: christ dillinger]
take a blue xan like mega+man
i take a perc 30 and i can’t stand
i take a molly pill and i don’t wanna talk
give me them weak pills you gonna p+ss me off
i’m like ryan dunn, i get drunk as f+ck
feelin’ like a nun, i don’t give a f+ck
i wake up and do whatever i want
order fifty sides at the restaurant (holy sh+t)
you broke as f+ck and we all know it
hundred bands on my card i don’t gotta show it
she don’t got no ass but she still gonna throw it
molly in my drank i ain’t even know it
i don’t want that p+ssy, that’s a bad deal
i’m like dave chappelle, not key and peele
imma keep dropping heat, don’t care how they feel
i dropped like a 4 of wockhardt in this automobile
[verse 3: smokedope2016]
new car got forgiatos, i just rolled a blunt, it got [?]
when i live with bro, know we smoke exotics
i just walk through rockin’ foamposites (foamposites)
galaxy on my sh+t b+tch, smokedope i’m the sh+t b+tch
me and christ, in the stu, might f+ck around hit a l!ck b+tch (what the f+ck)
hit a sto, i won’t hit a b+tch
too much money b+tch
i been gettin’ rich
i just spent a bag, made it back quick
in a new truck, with some new rims
got some new shoes and some nike kicks
flex so hard, take yo d+mn pic
you can’t post with me, you can’t take a fl!ck
you can’t see my face, you can’t f+ck my b+tch
i can’t rock with you, you a f+ckin’ snitch
got locked up for some bullsh+t
and i’m back out, finna blackout
shooting blackout, shoot your chest out
when i roll up, smoke the best now
steady [?] ten toes down
got molly b+tch sniffin’ girl now
i get too high and i slow down
pull up with them glocks out
akimbo, with all windows down
track+hawks, servin’ by the pound
you want me b+tch, put it in your mouth
got gold grills, got a gold mouth
got a gold chain, doin’ shows now
[verse 4: acid souljah]
i like to swag out
i like to cash out
i do too many drugs, and then i spazz out
i take a xan pill, and then i pass out
she a bad b+tch [?] givin’ good mouth
you got molly pills? i’ll crush them up and snort them now
we countin’ up very large amounts
she off ketamine, and i’m off ecstasy
we both high as f+ck
lets make some good decisions
you hear me on a song? just shut up and listen
i’m sayin’ based sh+t, y’all need to hear this
we on some swag sh+t, they on some weird sh+t
they move like [?]
i move like jesus
i really came up, my haters can’t believe this

[verse 5: christ dillinger]
i wake up, take a green xan
i wake up, take a yellow xan
take a red xan, take a blue xan
take a black xan, feelin’ like the man
i’m high as f+ck, i don’t wanna talk
take a perc 30, i don’t wanna walk
dumb b+tch high as f+ck, wanna rock my chain
got that nine on me like [?]
on the stove, imma do my thing
walked in strapped up, like major payne
b+tch drunk as f+ck, she thinkin’ i’m her man
my pockets green as f+ck, just like peter pan
i wake up feelin’ like a million bucks
block list on my iphone long as f+ck
get drunk as f+ck, can’t even walk
i get high as sh+t, can’t even talk

(do not investigate evil poison incorporated)
(dark evil poison)

- christ dillinger lyrics

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