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hurricane chris - monster lyrics

talking to myself in the mirror with a knife, in my hand, i belong in the asylum
tell the truth, i got a whole lotta problems and i don’t know what imma do about ‘em
talking like he really bout that g sh-t
when it come to beef, b-tch your murder i sponsor
woke up, f-cked the sh-t outta my b-tch and then i told her: “girl, you living with a monster”
dark shades on, don’t want n-body to see me
smoking on some sh-t that look like kennedy and teeflii
we roll them bob marley’s and get high in the ferrari
pistol on my side, i cannot f-ck up the party
while i’m parallel parking the foreign car with the automatic park
oops, i forgot i can hop out this b-tch park itself
them vvs’s on my necklace looking hard to tell
that’s right
i’m on my sh-t and on my hip is where that heater be
i’m used to touching wife with my hands
homie, alicia keys
johnny got a gun
mothaf-cka this a robbery
tell them n-gg-s “make a false move, they’ll be cottage cheese”
f-cked the b-tch so good she kicked me out and said “you gotta leave”
took a trip to h-ll and told ‘em “devil suck these n-u-ts”
if i’m at the trap i ain’t coming to shoot a dvd
like a zookeeper i handle pelicans check my pedigree
address all of my beef like a man, i don’t need no referee
slightly thrown off in the head, don’t wanna mess with me
type of n-gg- get m-ss, slap the sh-t out ya quick fast then pull my burner out and just blast, at ya b-tch-ss
you dealing with a n-gg- who don’t fumble
ak-47 call that mothaf-cka rhonda
smoking on some sh-t that taste like it come from uganda
what the f-ck is gas, i blow thunder

- hurricane chris lyrics

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