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lirik lagu chris king - evil on my mind

[intro]
wlvs, looking for strippers and cocaine

[chorus: chris king & khalil]
i do different drugs, them b-tches easy on my mind
i be rolling in a foreign, i be speeding when i’m high
i be focused getting money but these demons on my mind
you know i don’t pray for nothing but this evil on my mind
c-cky n-gga, i be flexing in moschino all the time
it’s funny how you n-ggas freezing when the heater comin’ out
b-tches flashing cameras every time a n-gga stepping out
san laurent and margiela, folly, young n-gga check me out

[verse 1: chris king]
if i could grow wings i would fly away
come take a walk through my mind today
young n-gga get lost but he find a way
what are the words that i’m trying to say?
n-ggas will drown if they ride my wave
puff this gelato, don’t like the haze
evil energy, i like the sage
diamonds shiny so i’m blind to hate
water, water when i write the jing
f-ck the attention, just like the fame
but fans want me to sign my name
on sneakers, t-tties, all type of things
trippie took over, surprised the gang
chris king stay winning, i heist the banks
stories of success in all my gang
but if you let ’em tell it i’m to blame
bringing they umbrella, fight the rain
can i be honest, i like the pain
all of the love that i tried to drain
became way bigger than lights and names
you stand for nothin’, you should hide in shame
i can see right through you in designer frames
and i want the whole thing, can’t divide the plate up
and it’s a lot familiar, ’cause i ride with gang

[verse 2: khalil]
on the set, you n-ggas obsessed with the internet
i’ma take your sh-t you never get it back
n-ggas thought i knew serena way i rock these tennis chains
thought you was on my side, yeah
we can act just like some wildfire

[verse 3: khalil & chris king]
too much talking, don’t keep my high yeah
we connecting like a hotspot
drive by in a drop-top, yeah
for the dollar sign, his body in a chop shop, yeah
chopper chop-chop, yeah
paparazzi will not stop, yeah
with no bluray, i wanna give it to you so clear
got my sauce on a hundred, we stopping him
not a d-mn thing, always green lights
conversation hard to speak, but it’s easier to rhyme, why

[outro]
wlvs, looking for strippers and cocaine

- lirik lagu chris king

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