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christ dillinger & wendigo - light show lyrics

uh huh
uh huh
right wrist light show, left wrist a light show
run up in his trap in his trap and we gunna let them pistols blow
pockets fat as f+ck, fat as f+ck just like raven simone
i was in the streets, no i didn’t get a student loan
fat ass blunt on 2k [?]
slap the f+ck out a n+gga, don’t give no d+mn
cocaine all white just like marshall mathers
glock black as f+ck just like family matters
i’m doin’ more coke than bob sagett
reach for my chain, i’ma let you have it
all them black superheroes dumb as f+ck
christ dillinger the first cool black super hero
right wrist a light show
left wrist a light show
ten thousand dollar watch on the right wrist of wendigo
kickin’ bags of dope hard as f+ck like i know taekwondo
reachin’ for the chain, i’ma hit ‘еm with the extendo
i jump in thе rap game, i ain’t have a chain yet
but i had a stick and a bunch of fruity bracelets
i don’t wear marc jacobs
glock gave him a face lift
higher than a martian ’cause i pull up in a sp+ceship
had to cop a chain n+gga soon as i got off the jet
tiny ass glock flip a n+gga’s whip like a [tezmo?]
basedworld flow, n+ggas know i’m comin’ for the check
yo b+tch suckin’ my d+ck, while i pull up in that new corvette
twenty+five hundred get a n+gga shot
crack bag big as beanie sigel on the block
i got guns longer than kevin hart
i got two of everything like noah’s ark
my money way longer than she expected
when i rob the plug it was unexpected
took my momma’s car to get inspected
robbed the plug, he had to respect it
i’m in the trap and i rock ’em to sleep
feel like muhammad ali when i’m rockin’ the beat
fans mad at christ d ’cause i’m still in the street
n+gga run up on me i put him in the beat
n+gga run off on us we turn him to oregano
bangin’ b+tches overseas like bruce bigalow
big ass backwood, i filled it with piccolo
christ d the one with cocaine from glycerol
boom! shoot that n+gga’s house up
i need my money i don’t give a f+ck
i feel like a tranny i keep that thing tucked
we beefin’ ’bout money [?]
my b+tches ass is just like s+xyy red
tell that b+tch i need some s+xy head
when i was growin’ up i was in the classes that was sped
i’m christ dillinger b+tch i said what i said
if we f+ck keep that classified
i’m in world peace 2 shout out sam hyde
all my opps dead it was a genocide
my opps like drake bell when he had to hide
left wrist that’s a light show
[figure?] look at the right wrist, that’s a light show
ten thousand dollar f+ckin’ watch on the right wrist of wendigo
i [blackamous clause?] i’m droppin’ off dope
bags of dope whiter than the pope
i can’t fall off like soap on a rope
got balenciaga on both of my toes

- christ dillinger wendigo lyrics

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