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lirik lagu cash$tarchris - sincerely chris

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f~ck takin them cordyceps
r.i.p. i lay to rest
go to h~ll, mix wock and tek
life aways a battle ain’t n0body gettin bored of it
keep you like an ornament
other guys be fighting for my spot this ain’t no tournament
you ain’t suicidal, we ain’t got no titles
running through the stages i been feeling homicidal
wait for your arrival, waiting in denial
actin’ like someday your coming back but this sh~t final
i just popped a xan i do not listen, i’m on go mode
she keep on harrasin’ me i keep responding “hoe, no”
got ya b~tch a gift, call me santa i got more hoes
ice up on the wrist catch attention from the po po
i don’t really need this sh~t, cause i got like four mo’
scared to run for sips i got a laptop in my volvo
i had to go and pipe that b~tch you know that i’m rockin’ sh~t
reload i’ma shoot that b~tch, she did hеr some stupid sh~t
i don’t wanna talk, i don’t wanna hear it
this b~tch caught me chеating gotta dip, i’m flying spirit
i done took so many f~ckin’ pills i’m incoherent
i need me blunt, hey siri, where’s the nearest?
plug be on the phone, i’m missing the dearest
pouring up a sprite, mixing it with syrup
blew my f~cking brains out, got em cleaning up the ceiling
takin all the time and i’m still not f~cking healin’
pop a couple pills i couldn’t name a thing im feeling
momma started crying when she found out i was dealin’
relax, at least your perfect son ain’t out there stealin’
say that they be listening but they don’t know the meaning
all you p~ssies asking if i’m good, it’s so repealing
all you p~ssies asking if i’m good, it’s so revealing
all the realest motherf~ckers stand up in the building
no one finna stop me i be livin’ when im dreamin
a lost piece of white trash, waiter please a wine glass
the last time anyone about to see my white ass
they don’t know but don’t ask
i dont smoke but don’t pass
feigning where the coke at?
they only got pepsi
that’s okay cause when i’m gettin’ home i face a semi
automatic pistol, keep sayin’ i miss you
when i don’t really miss you, couldn’t find a tissue
paper i be rollin and i’m thinking that’s the issue
dreaming ’bout the past
couldn’t find the problem
i just wanna dance


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