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shawn chrystopher - the credits lyrics

[intro]

[shawn chrys]
i got all these hoes stepping like they deltas
my fine flow is first cl-ss, n-gga, delta
my wine ho is 40 plus, n-gga, stella
my latin ho be causing dramas like novellas
but i be in that tony stark sh-t
audi when i park sh-t
i can smell your breath from here
it’s obvious you talk sh-t
hi, i’m not the best this year
ya’ll be talking dog sh-t
and every time i spit a cl-ssic verse they be like, “aww sh-t”
n-ggas asking me for beats
homie i don’t give a f-ck
all my f-cking beats for me
ya’ll ain’t even trill enough
numbers never lie to a n-gga, but people do often
and that’s why you’ll never see a number in a coffin
so rest in peaces
all you f-cking christinas
my b-tches be doing lines then jetting like mr. revis
she giving me b-tt and head so ain’t no way that i’m beavis
i smoke more than i say, so ain’t no way that i’m jesus
vegetarians, ain’t no way that you can meet us
unless you b-tches hungarian, ain’t no way you can greet us now
i’m getting paid b-tch, and i ain’t sharing any
i’m rolling up in my benz like wheelchair jimmy
we poppin’ bottles to ourselves
ya’ll be sharing remy
i only eat a couple women, but prepare plenty
some raw, some well done
my b-tch look like oprah but still be having that g-yle fun
now adjusting to the fame fast
hope it don’t take away best friend like i’m dame dash
i be moving train fast, looking like a f-cking bart
every time i hit the club i’m dunking like a f-cking spur
ya’ll be on that bullsh-t, rapping about that tool sh-t
all white gt m6 i call that b-tch my cool whip
i was always laughed at
never was i laughed with
so on grammy night i will be sitting with a bad b-tch
omg a bad b-tch, yeah lmf40- stfu idgaf boy if you didn’t know
all my n-ggas ride with me, looking like a carpool
baby you can lap it with my n-gga if the car full, ha
see i’m a trainer, your boyfriend’s a trainee
? centinela, fighting streets like i’m zangief
i don’t give a f-ck what ya’ll be on
cause i’m the f-cking dream olajuwon
so why you acting so silly
since i’m the dream then please have
my baby christina mili
my chain is looking so chilly
outdated like mrs. w-lly
by w-lly i mean that rapper turned actor who’s worth a billi
when usher was f-cking chilly i made my first trip to philly
then sprinted to new york city in hopes of signing a dealy
my n-gga harlem cash, his manager’s name was vinny
vinny was talking sh-t, but now vinny he work at denny’s
so, uh, f-ck you b-tch
so much money for one n-gga, i’m too rich
so many b-tches i be wishing i had two d-cks
instead i’m blessed with one that’s longer than a pool stick
i’m in that cleaned up range, on them g’ed up thangs
we at the leagues while you saving up for p.f. changs
girl, hop up in this truck
you know what’s up
you remind me of my ex so i’m hoping to f-ck
and then baby we could have a baby on some ?
my offspring see more green than golf swings
we in the back of the limo trying to consumate
she ain’t giving up sh-t, i guess she constipated
uh, bet you ain’t know that i was this cold
you n-ggas d-ck ride, i get my d-ck rode
uh, now, now watch how i shine
as i present to you silent films for the blind, motherf-cker

[outro]

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