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christ dillinger - tired lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: lucki]
[?]
pretty hoe with me get chanel ’cause i’m bored
i just give a stripper hoe a few days off
i+i don’t want the p+ssy i just do it ’cause i’m bored
you keep with us you tied to me
two percs in ’cause my eyes still sore
[?] my ex [?]
ain’t no drama that i

is you tired of me?
is you tired of me? yeah
is you tired of me? yeah, yeah
is you+is you, uh, aye, aye, aye

[?]
prеtty hoe with me get chanеl ’cause i’m bored
i just give a stripper hoe a few days off
i+i don’t want the p+ssy i just do it ’cause i’m bored
you keep with us you tied to me
two percs in ’cause my eyes still sore
and my ex gone [?]
ain’t no drama that i can’t afford
you keep with us you tied to me
[?]
triple charged jeep i’m tryna creep
[?]
you keep with us you tied to me
don’t act like you ain’t tryin’ either
i just get dudes that tell me i’m lonely
that’s why i need you to ride with me

[verse 2: christ dillinger]
doin’ a show i’m always on the road
anything i drop is gon’ go
i don’t know you n+ggas i’m not your bro
she gon’ like anything that i post
she said she never been in a ghost
louis v my wrist is on froze
i scratch a n+gga off like a list
all these drugs show up in my p+ss
she want stay the night, alright
baby we gon’ be alright, alright
evisu jeans my hoodie, off white
tris drop like a leaf in the sprite
i told you once, i’m gonna tell you again
you ain’t gotta lie to them, you ain’t gotta pretend
sippin on wok in the back of the benz
you is my bae [?] my best friend
n+gga run a chopper take off his face
when i hop in the booth [?] just do it first take
i might f+ck on your b+tch we can’t go on a date
i ran up a hundred bands [?] then i ran it up again
i f+cked on your b+tch i’m gon’ f+ck her again
moncler, moncler, moncler, moncler, moncler, moncler
bought out the store then i bought it out again
[verse 3: joeyy]
[?] still got the tag hanging on
carrying this newman’s bag the gym must be paying off
walk inside there’s cameras in my face like i’m adin ross
you don’t gotta sell me on the drank just tell me the cost
pouring water out the glass thoughts replaced with the cream
dsquared on my body don’t fit in celine
i’m not an [?] with the dream
i’m at my own show i need to know when i can leave
[?] every pair [?]
i can’t invite you to this party i don’t know the deets
i’m with my one and she don’t f+ck with what’s before the three
i don’t play basketball but i just dropped a three

- christ dillinger lyrics

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