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chrxmediamonds - delusional lyrics

[intro: vybez]
yeah, woah
yeah, uh
yeah, uh (ayo shio, turn me up)
yeah, woah
yeah, uh
yeah, woah, yeah, woah, woah

[verse 1: vybez]
n+ggas talking, they be delusional
i got the shotty, i made that sh+t crucial
ha, ha, talkin’ down on me, we can get [?]
got a witchcraft sh+t, i got the voodoo
dumpin’ the sticks, dumpin’ my mogul
kickin the fiends, up in the dungeon
got my own swag, got my own logo
ha, yeah
i whip that brand new gtr, i’ma swerve the block
we gon’ spin the block, with the motherf+ckin’ gang fosho
stackin’ money, i love money, yeah, that sh+t queso
countin’ different kind of money, yeah i’m countin’ peso
you ain’t book my room, i was doin’ 80 on the road
so it’s crazy, hе ain’t even pull up, so that n+gga was just talking bro
and it’s crazy, how this n+gga just talking sh+t, but he won’t do nothing bro
and it’s crazy, how thеse n+ggas just don’t know when to stop
i’m like d+mn, can you shut the f+ck up bruh? yeah
n+gga acting like a kid, we don’t know ’em
n+gga acting like a kid, we don’t know ’em
got a ak, got a st, yo
got a brand new d+r+a+c+o
suckin’ my d+ck, b+tch i might go mayo
d+mn, i’m not lonely, i don’t got a clayco
spinnin’ round, spittin’ flow like a d+mn tornado
spittin’ my thoughts in the motherf+ckin’ mic like a motherf+ckin’ slay clone
rockin’ the balenciaga steppas, i’m makin a earthquake
rockin’ every motherf+ckin’ designer brand with my conscious
i got a v2, yeah, d+mn i got deja vu, woah
feelin’ nostalgia, d+mn, rockin’ the prada, yeah
i do this sh+t all the time, [?]
huh, sike, i’m just fantasizing about all that sh+t
bust down my neck, bust down my wrist, yeah i’m flooded with ice
you can even check the price, diamonds and they shine in the dark
n+ggas don’t know who i am, feel like clark, i’m superman, got a new identity
i wake up, i’m feelin’ sick, i pour the lean, it’s my remedy
put a opp, in a coffin, yeah that’s it, [?]
i don’t care if they get mad at me, steady stacking cash habitually
reppin’ my flag, and i’m reppin’ that tapistry
oh yeah, f+ck the labels, f+ck the industry
f+ck all the collectives, yeah, f+ck all this, grind by myself
i don’t want my manager seeing this
i’ma prosper, fosho, yeah
[verse 2: chrxmediamonds!]
they be delusional when i pull up in my car and i shank (yeah, urgh)
think i’m the one when i hit from the back, f+ck what she think (yeah, urgh)
deploy my soldiers to go d+mn surround you, they hitting the flank
talking bout racks, on racks, on racks, on racks, on racks when i leave the bank
i got a whole new pack in the air, and in my lungs, this sh+t hit great
i got new money, in the air, and i eat yo b+tch up like cake
i been stressing way too much, oh yeah, now i pick up the plate
i been grinding so d+mn much, now these perkys what i ate (yeah, yeah)
yeah, it’s fake b+tches, don’t got time to wait
yeah, no matter what the time is, i’ma pull up late
think they tough and all, yeah, but i pull up to estate
and these haters keep on talking, yeah they hate, yeah
they all delusional

- chrxmediamonds lyrics

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