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christ dillinger - youngest daughter lyrics

if you ain’t listening to lost star radio what the f+ck is you listening to?

[verse]
call up my ex b+tch, told her, “i hate you”
call up my mom, i tell her, “i hate you”
call up my dad, tell that n+gga, “i hate you”
call my main b+tch, tell her, “i hate you”
in a few hours i go through a 3.5
i get in my car but i got nowhere to drive
you ain’t talking money then you wasting my time
if it ain’t bout a dollar, don’t hit my line
i remember getting up for school in the morning
putting on my dirty ass shoes in the morning
these shaquille o’neals, not michael jordans
my momma could not afford michael jordans
by 16 years old i was selling x
used to get all my clothes at the pcx
mom [?] never had the bread to get me sh+t
everything i got i got off a l!ck
robbed n+ggas to pay for all my sh+t
trapped hard as f+ck to pay for all my sh+t
spent $800 on my first whip
my first whip was a piece of sh+t
’98 saturn, it was a piece of sh+t
to get that piece of sh+t i did a lot of sh+t
to get this fresh i had to do a lot of sh+t
robbed a old ass lady, i had to up the gl!ck
i had to learn early how to be a man
by the age of 16 had like 20 bands
when i came out the womb, n+ggas knew i was bad
my grandmomma was my mom and dad
my brother died, i was 8 years old
by 16 years old i was selling blow
by 16 years old i had my first gun
remember hoes used to laugh and call me a bum
n+gga stole my gameboy in the 6th grade
had to beat his ass in the 6th grade
they kicked me out of school in the 6th grade
i was touching work by the 9th grade
i really never wanted to sell drugs
i never thought that i would touch a gun
when you a kid you just wanna chill and sh+t
n+gga, i thought i’d be an astronaut, sh+t
remember my first [?] my momma broke her arm
guidance counselor saying that i might self+harm
remember selling work out my brother’s car
how my own brother turn around, try to rob me?
how my own momma call the cops on me?
it really be the ones who to you be the closest
always held it down, had to keep my focus
i’ll sleep in the trap if i’m ever homeless
plug shorted me, he thought i wouldn’t notice
i don’t smoke the dope but i still promote it
everything i rap you know i really live it
anything i do you know i stand on business
louie v store like, “him again?”
rick owen store like, “him again?”
lean man like, “him again?”
call the weed man, he’s like, “you again?”
you a tweaker, venue wouldn’t even let you in
i’m smoking a blunt, not a pen
you broke as f+ck, she only wanna be friends
it’s mcdonald’s fries for dinner again
i’m eating surf and turf, steak and lobster tail
been a real n+gga since watching dragon tales
top shelf blunt hit like christian bale
i’m moving the raw fast, it’s all first down
go crazy crazy in the p+ssy, antonio brown
lost star radio f+cking b+tch

- christ dillinger lyrics

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