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christi - fendi lyrics

[verse 1: christi]
he not tough, he a talker, shot yah
straight to the brain, with the choppa choppa
know i keep a flame like i’m wacka flocka
can’t be tamed i’m a monster, gotcha
b+tch in my room she get wet like river, know i’m with her, know i hit her
in the store, card swipe for dior, n+gga all i do is swipe swipe swipe like tinder
we got, shooters
big glocks, ruger
clip long, ruler
ima pull up on yo block, intruder
you tryna compete? embarrassing
me and you? there’s no comparison
if a n+gga really think that i fear him, ima put a hole in that n+gga like a piercing

[chorus: christi]
on yo block with the glock you get shot if you mock or you diss n+gga we not friendly
used to see brand names and envy now i’m in prada, gucci, fendi
villa told me to chase them benjis, getting plenty, twenty twenty
test me, send him straight to the grave, sending shots and shots til’ the glock is empty
{verse 2: khywellfryy]
run him dung, hawk him
we nave nuh time fi talking
red dot, see how we mark him
dawg see di k, start bark it
wul a mi dawg dem a trap, yuh feel me?
tings weh me do, nuh easy
me pull up wid di mac and squeeze it
matic pan waist cya pree me
yeah me dawg dem haffi rich
haffi f+ck di baddest b+tches
but nuh mek me see yuh pan me hitlist
fling shot me nuh miss dis
f+ck yuh gyal, yeah di mistress
she see di buddy and she kiss dis
me buss off and she l!cked it
me buss off and she l!cked it

[chorus: christi]
on yo block with the glock you get shot if you mock or you diss n+gga we not friendly
used to see brand names and envy now i’m in prada, gucci, fendi
villa told me to chase them benjis, getting plenty, twenty twenty
test me, send him straight to the grave, sending shots and shots til’ the glock is empty
on yo block with the glock you get shot if you mock or you diss n+gga we not friendly
used to see brand names and envy now i’m in prada, gucci, fendi
villa told me to chase them benjis, getting plenty, twenty twenty
test me, send him straight to the grave, sending shots and shots til’ the glock is empty

- christi lyrics

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