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christ dillinger – turn my headphones up n*gga i can’t hear anything lyrics

[intro]
yea, turn my headphones up
turn my headphones up, n+gga i can’t hear anything
turn my headphones up, n+gga

[chorus]
who the freshest n+gga coming out of new york?
whip in the coke wit’ a bowl and a fork
these [?]
tried to work just like samurai jack
i feel like saint nick, i got dope in my sack
[?] in my hat
my b+tch she got money, her ass is so fat
my b+tch she wearing louis v, not baby fat
im in the hood wit a b+tch, wearing baby fat
plug ain’t doin’ nothin’, i still haven’t paid him back
ar+15 and it came with the scope attack
getting the p+ssy, sign it like easy mac
how that n+gga? put a trap on his back
we keeping that nifty, shout out to c+mac
real n+gga, keep it to c+mac
i haven’t ran off with a hundred bands off of his mac
f+ck rap, i’m working back in the trap
i haven’t ran off with a hundred bands [?] of dollar tree
f+cking his b+tch, and she dont even follow me
louis v on me, hit hard like [?]
sippin on drink, and you know that isn’t never green
cut a b+tch off, [?] cause she start to bother me
they like ‘how the f+ck you could you cheat on shakira’?
i’m a real n+gga, i probably cheat on shakira
that b+tch probably annoying as f+ck
not wearing a chain if it costing a thousand bucks
balling hard like i playin’ for the [?]
[?] about money, i’m not gunna pull up
she gunna f+ck me, as soon as she pull up
sippin on [?], i can’t sit up
i have been have been on the tracks, since i a little boy
all my role models were unemployed
[?] a boy, to a man
i was 15 doing zann
remember n+ggas selling dope at my mom’s house
i had to shut that down
came up, in that one bedroom [?] asked around
flown over this beat like jay+z did, but i’m extra fresh
i’m like jay+z if he was [?] fresh
talking about fresh, no i do it the best
real n+gga from the jump and i never told
rap these rappers [?] tol’
snoop dog tol’, [?] tol’
i’ma sold this in the gunner, even tho he tol’
[?] more than michael jackson
rick owens jeans, and they saggin’
n+ggas spelt backwards is saggin
on some jay+z sh+t, he gunna try me, i’ma stab him
yo ghost, like a b+tch, she suck my d+ck like danny phantom
got a lot of drip, but i need more
high as f+ck like [?] and dumbledore
slide on my opps like lord voldemort
said i was stop getting high, when i get high more
[?] christian dior
louis v when i’m touching the floor
b+tch broke my heart, it don’t work no more
trap until the scale work no more
had to work out, when the scale don’t work no more

- christ dillinger lyrics

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