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christ dillinger - (outro) moncler vest lyrics

[intro]
(nuke radio)
(max2k10)
warning: nuke music may damage your eardrums, and hurt your soul

[part 1: christ dillinger]
even as a child always dressed the best
momma didn’t give me no money to get fresh
still walk in this b+tch with a moncler vest
money, power, respect, you should know the rest
if you my b+tch, i’m not arguing with you
a b+tch could be crying, won’t give her a tissue
i’m sorry, it’s hard to admit when i’m wrong
her ass is so fat that i can’t see the thong (nuke)
no [?] in my pocket, i only got [?]
i just made a hundred thousand [?]
i can’t beef with no n+gga, just me vs me
smoking top shelf, and my eyes look chinese
i might smoke a whole zip to the brain
if i was jordan, i’d smoke him in the game
i pour up a 2, fall asleep on the plane
my eyes be so low, i can’t see the lanes
(nuke radio)
whatever it is, n+gga i’m tryna win it
ima let some sh+t slide, but i still got my limits
back when i trapped, used to even take change
5k on the fit without wearing a chain
n+ggas i knew from back then say that i change
it’s not that i changed, it’s that you stayed the same
i used to be broke, now i got my own sh+t
used to not say a word, not she suckin’ my d+ck

[part 2: christ dillanger]
(legalize nuclear bombs)
she ridin’ the stick like hermoine granger
i’m fresher than jesus in the manger
my father sold crack on a pager
i ain’t grow up like barack obama
i had christmas, i ain’t have quanza
my dad said “in this world, got your b+lls and your word”
gotta come in 1st, no 2nd or 3rd
i’m not the one, give a f+ck what ya heard
i be smoking on strong, and it smell like a t+rd
i got different b+tches in different time zones
he be hitting on me, but that n+ggas unknown
n+ggas get on the internet, turn into clones
n+gga, play with my money, i’ll come to his home
i’m sipping on lean, not sipping champagne
pay to play, tyfontaine
i been real since i came in the game
me and these rappers, just not the same
i don’t really give a f+ck about fame
i don’t really give a f+ck about clout
they sit on reddit, and they runnin’ they mouth
see a n+gga in person, knock his ass out
half of these n+ggas be acting like b+tches
can’t beef with no rapper, i’m all about business
i won’t ask permission, won’t ask forgiveness
sippin’ on drank and it’s k!lling my kidneys
sippin’ so much, fell asleep behind the wheel
how you ain’t got a car but you got a deal?
funny n+ggas, like key & peele
i’m blowing up, like a n+gga in lebanon
my b+tch wearing an aliexpress thong
smoking on strong, like i’m from hong kong
my eyes squinting, like i’m from hong kong
i got a redhead, a brunette, a blonde
i ball on n+ggas, no lebron
i bald on n+ggas, no lebron
i ain’t gonna sip it, unless its purple
move up on these n+ggas, i’m moving like urkel
all louis v on like a louis commercial
louis v bag on my back, it’s not hersch+ll
i never told on my n+ggas like gunna
i don’t give a f+ck, i still listen to gunna
f+ck a n+gga’s b+tch while she talk on the phone
i got designer drip, all over my own
you can’t find this drip on safari or chrome
just need to google “how to leave me alone”
i buy that sh+t cash, no i don’t need a lone
i haven’t been trapping 3 years, junkies still hit my phone
first n+gga in my family that didn’t need a loan
oldest brother, sold crack, went to jail
my other brother, sold crack, went to jail
my uncle sold crack, went to jail
i sold crack, didn’t go to jail
i did this sh+t without a scale
my uncle k!lled a n+gga and went to jail
most n+ggas in my family been to jail

- christ dillinger lyrics

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