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cdg - hang me from my chain كلمات الأغنية

[intro: celly en noir]
you already know what the f_ck goin’ on
bgbt sh_t
big h_ll_raisin’ sh_t
big trifecta sh_t
b_tch
shouts to all my n_ggas from the lowdown

[verse 1: celly en noir]
flash out hot sh_t
two_tone chop sh_t
buckshot pop, but he hit like dropkick
d_mn, that [wah kit?] got me nausea
green mean go, but the red don’t stop sh_t
mosh pit, mosh pit, on my rock sh_t
perky ease the pain
n_ggas really b_tches give a f_ck ’bout what you bank

[chorus: celly en noir]
can’t get this jewelry off, now you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i be talkin’ to my block, i’m worried i might be insane
when my choppa cut i separate a n_gga from his brain
i don’t give a f_ck, i’m down to change a n_gga for some cha_
(get off my d_ck)
i’m really lit (i’m really lit)
eliantte diamonds shinin’ on my neck and on my wrist
(neck and on my wrist)
f_ck a helmеt i’m gon’ hop up on the field and i’ma blitz (i’ma blitz)
and i’m always tryna hit, so if you clip you betta not miss
(bеtta no miss)
no computer just a mac_11, coolin’ off the kick (coolin’ off the kick)
i don’t never trust a hoe, treat these b_tches like my kicks
(b_tches like my kicks)
i ain’t tying up for sh_t
if you see me and i’m broke, then i ain’t dying for a brick
on my momma and my bro, i ain’t dyin’ till i’m rich
[verse 2: coleman grehawick]
i don’t really give a f_ck about no b_tch
i been runnin’ up a bag, yeah, i’m tryin’ to get rich
i was down bad a week ago, now you can’t tell me sh_t
and, lil’ shawty wanna date me, but i gotta hit and quit

hop in the whip, i’ma hit 150, zoomin’ down the interstate
that means i’m ahead of everybody, all you b_tches late
i’ma buy a ‘rari, got speed away from all this hate (two)
i left that b_tch in the past, now i’m rockin’ all these d_mn diamonds on me, you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i was drivin’ in the rain, ’cause i was ’bout to go insane
all the problems that you caused me really took apart my brain
but i don’t care about that sh_t no more, i’m drownin’ on my pain

[bridge: coleman grehawick]
drowin’ a bottle of vodka, i’m getting lit
got a bad b_tch and she doin’ the splits
when i get rich i’ma stay at the ritz
and i’m shootin’ my shot i ain’t never gon’ miss
like go
b_tch don’t act like you know me
can’t fall in love, gotta stay with my homies
you say you’re loyal, but you gotta show me
i’m winnin’, i’m winnin’ gotta get to the trophy

[chorus: celly en noir]
can’t get this jewelry off, now you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i be talkin’ to my block, i’m worried i might be insane
when my choppa cut i separate a n_gga from his brain
i don’t give a f_ck, i’m down to change a n_gga for some cha_
(get off my d_ck)
i’m really lit (i’m really lit)
eliantte diamonds shinin’ on my neck and on my wrist
(neck and on my wrist)
f_ck a helmet i’m gon’ hop up on the field and i’ma blitz (i’ma blitz)
and i’m always tryna hit, so if you clip you betta not miss
(betta no miss)
no computer just a mac 11, coolin’ off the kick (coolin’ off the kick)
i don’t never trust a hoe, treat these b_tches like my kicks
(b_tches like my kicks)
i ain’t tying up for sh_t
if you see me and i’m broke, then i ain’t dying for a brick
on my momma and my bro, i ain’t dyin’ till i’m rich
[outro]
hey man, i’m super f_cked up man
what’s good man, you the best rapper ever, man

- cdg

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