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cris strife - guts lyrics

yeah i feel like a pigeon i came from the streets
but still get up and sh+t on you
i’m pullin’ up and i’m pullin’ the plug
on these fake ass plugs doing interviews
p+ssies don’t trap they just rappin’ to cap
b+tch where i’m from that sh+t still gets you clapped
i don’t condone it but your my opponent
and i don’t make friends so yo head gettin’ tapped
b+tch
got me asking myself, “boy who f+ckin’ with you?”
laughing at me but your money still funny?
you bought you a feature and still ain’t recoup?
hating on me is your one f+cking purpose
but as long as that’s workin’ sh+t homie i’m cool
but b+tch you want war we ain’t doin’ no shirts
imma put that boy face on the tip of my boot

reckless with abandon i do your band just like griffith
then i’m going berserk in your main b+tches guts
they don’t wanna listen unless i start to get ignorant
so i’m back in this b+tch and i’m fresh out of f+cks
shoes is converse but we still can’t converse
i could get yo ass hit for the price of some chucks
threaten me? say you gon’ skate on my block?
b+tch i rip with that stick get chu’ hit with the trucks
f+ck love f+ck trust i just want my funds up
rappin’ bout em cappin’ how you trappin’ with a trust fund?
no guns no drugs p+ssy shut the f+ck up
take ’em to the chop shop if he wann’ get touched up
look into my eyes and he faintin’ like izanami
get them b+tches wetter control the weather like nami
that boy always flexin’ he say his diamonds tsunami
b+tch i’m cuttin’ all the snakes outta the grass with my kusanagi
shop at hot topic now you think you poppin’
i choke that lil’ boy with his choker what’s poppin’?
i pull up i’m rockin’ all black like i’m gothic
but that sh+t is corny i’m tellin’ y’all stop it
i feel like chris paul how i ball with them rockets
i’m lit the f+ck up like a fork in a socket
yo b+tch gon’ pull it and twist it and bop it
i feel like i’m barney got yo baby boppin’

- cris strife lyrics

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