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chriszxl - keep going (knoxked off 2) lyrics

it’s like a fire inside me that’s dyin’ , tryin’ , but my body just won’t ignite it
if you want a feature, hit my dm, we can negotiate prices
all this gold like i’m midas
toting poles with no license
heart cold like the diamonds, i’m finna get when i get when i get up
controlling emotions, on my way to the top, climbing
but when i find a spot with no rock to grip, i just wanna give up
but i gotta keep this sh+t up
‘cause if i let go i’m dyin’
demons i’m holding gon’ take over, make my whole mind switch up
if it’s light in a situation, won’t be able to find it
gon’ have a dark cloud hanging on me, making life dimmer
the happiness i once had, gon’ change into violence
debating everyday why not to call the plug for a pickup
aye, hands in the air, this a stick up
blade on the blam, bullets don’t hit him, he get ripped up
heard that n+gga was snitching, so that n+gga finna get stitched up
bullets hit his chest out of nowhere just like a hiccup

uh, uh, uh

need a mulf+cking bishop
‘cause i know when i die, my soul is not finna lift up
too many bodies done got dropped and got zipped up
in the function with yo b+tch, she on the ground spinning, i’m tryna get her to get up
shawty h+lla drunk, you need to get ha
come pick yo b+tch up
for me and the gang take her to the room and hit ha
this n+gga stomach finna feel like he was doing sit+ups
he finna get lit up, i got my mulf+cking stick tucked
b+tch, got my mulf+cking stick
he was talking all that sh+t, ‘till he seen i brought my bl!ck
finna wet this n+gga up, finna turn him to a fish
wait, ain’t no bullets in this gun, sike, b+tch i got my clip
if you don’t wanna get upped, n+gga imma need that wrist
and this lean got me stuck, that’s why i’m talking with a lisp
finna take this man watch, then i’m finna tell him get goin’
when he turn around, imma still split his sh+t open

aye, don’t know who to shoot, finna start eeny, meeny, miny, moein’
thought he got a perc, but i gave that n+gga some ibuprofen
bro said he finna run up, n+gga i really hope that you’re joking
shorty tell me that her dude a simp, b+tch i’m already knowing
i got like 33 in this stick on my hip that i’m totin’
23 in this clip, finna put scotty pippen with jordan
the number of drugs i do a month is so f+cking enormous
finna slap this b+tch, she tryna suck my d+ck while i’m recording
if he keep talking sh+t finna turn his kids into some orphans
mixing purple with the pillies, my head spinnin’ like an orbit
556’s finna pull his wig back like some oranges
and you lucky if you die fast, ‘cause i like to torment
told her i’ll be back, leave her ass, like she’s no importance
know why i can do that? ‘cause no me importa
f+ck that lovey dovey sh+t, is you finna suck my d+ck or not
put this strap with a knife in his ribs, twist it like a doorkn+b
aye, finna have me a leukotomy
this sh+t finna get messy, i’m not finna do it properly
aim for his head like a mulf+cking claw machine
bullets hit his chest, come out of his belly b+tton like a slot machine
shots out the glock make him dance, like he just won the lottery
i did what i did, and i am what i gotta be
in the whip with yo b+tch, she giving top to me
watch his chin get knocked off, if he talk down on me

- chriszxl lyrics

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