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chris dimi - fax lyrics

[chorus: chris dimi]
huh, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
what? what? what? what?
what? what? yeah, huh
yeah, yeah
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh_t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact

[verse: chris dimi]
we come at your crib, we come with no doubt
i got something for you, this ain’t sh_t, try it out
runnin’ around with a big black truck, i get two hoes i’m in the club
that lil’ hoe tryna copy me but she playin’ numb
i feel like the man, i feel like somebody who came from the mud
i might still compete with you but you ain’t got no racks, yeah
you ain’t got no funds yeah, you ain’t got nothin’ yeah
you ain’t got no, you ain’t got no, you ain’t got no racks, huh
i think i’m way too fly, i think i’m way too high right now
who the f_ck that hoe think she is to play with my feelings now?
told her to go off, but she said that she miss me now
she keeps callin’ my phone, she tryna hop on but she got no movement on
i don’t know what you said, you ain’t got no hoe
i don’t know what you said, you get off me now, hoe
hoe yeah, hoe yeah
hoe yeah, hoe yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: chris dimi & heyq]
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh_t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah (what the f_ck?)

[verse: heyq]
yeah, black jack, get my chips, life feels like a f_ckin’ game
21, get what i want
run it up, n_gga pull that trigger
smashing sh_t, bad b_tch on camera
mushing n_ggas i don’t need no blame (b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, yeah, b_tch)
put your dukes up, i put your life down
right hook left hook, n_gga on the ground
knocking his head of his motherf_ckin’ shoulders, all of you n_ggas some motherf_ckin’ lames
muhammad ali how i move her ring
watch ya lil step, n_gga i got that aim
six shooter b_tch ’til i blow out your brains
yellow b_tch, trans, i’m sliding in the rain (fah, fah)
pink 50s, blue strips throw it at my b_tch
light up the zaza, i light up the room
alk on this b_tch, taking n_ggas to school
peeping the fit, i glow like the moon
dribble your head off the motherf_ckin’ street
flipping my money and f_ckin’ od’n
drunk as b_tch n_gga fighting my demons (b_tch, woah, yeah)
[chorus: chris dimi]
i feel like the man, i feel like the boss
we comin’ around, we come at your house
you know i get money, you know i get racks
this ain’t no sh_t, this is a fact
i come with a big black truck, that’s a fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah
fact, yeah, fact, yeah

[bridge]
i keep two hoes all around me and i say, yeah
i keep two hoes all around me and i say, yeah
got some racks on my body now i’m, yeah
now i’m lit in this b_tch now i’m, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, i go, yeah
put that hoe on me, now she wanna go to sp_ce
put that hoe on my plate
go crazy with b_tches, i don’t know about a thing
you’ve been rockin’ sh_t, you’ve been rockin’ sh_t all day
all day, all day, all day, all day, all day
all day, all day, yeah

- chris dimi

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