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christ dillinger - draco statham كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: wendigo]
run up on him with the fnm
shuffle under that big [?]
your b_tch from the pig pen
my b_tch a model and she from j_pan
my b_tch is a ten, your b_tch is a one
she lookin’ like resident evil
hop on the mic i’m the new mlk because i’m speaking facts, going straight to the people
i dont hang it with lizards[?] or hang it with [?]
my homies are real and they keep it concealed
if you wanna try and put me in the ground, then the p90 gonna get revealed
walk in the trap, time to serve all the fiends
sеllin’ the white, the bluе, and the green
dress like your college got [?] degrees, while i put on the fleece, the room zero degrees
the shot from the glock put you six feet deep
i got snipers on roof that could hit you from [?]
i got keys, i got keys, i got keys, i got keys
so much snow i gotta wear skis
put a k in my hand, i’m draco statham
from the [?], i’m kevin bacon
got him hooked on the drop, now his hands shakin’
i whip it, i pack it, i bake it, i baste it
walk in the trap, the lots of racks
haters look like they wanna hit from the back
hot slugs turn you into grease
feel like kanye how i got idiots [?]
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
skrrrt!
gunned down with the fnm
clock on my wrist bigger than the big ben
i got buckets of [?] like it’s kfc
put my elbow into you like it ufc
hit a buff n_gga in his achilles heel
big ass glock loom just like jeleel!
b_tches fighting over me like i’m mike vick
she wanna f_ck, i’m like “sick”
cocaine white just like julius caesar
i be gettin’ fresher stuff for no reason
fresher than trump when he went to the trial
i got some cocaine inside a little vial
turn that lana del ray b_tch into a nice spice
n0body ever cook no real food on the stove
giving to charity, how much dope i sold
been in the trap since i was fourteen years old
i’m tweaking in the club, drank too much henny
got no abes in my pockets, only bennys
doing 3_for_20s i need every penny
n_gga reach for my chain he gon’ die like kenny
take one step in the trap, i start breaking it down
got the drum on the pistol it hold 50 rounds
got a [?] in the cage, blanket on top
walking into the trap like a f_cking dreadlock
little ass glock gonna flip the rock
f_ck all the cops and f_ck all my opps
hit the feast put they heads down like detention
cheap ass n_gga i do not do [?]
block a n_gga once he get in my mentions
money longer than a f_cking kenyan
make the dope dissapear like a native american
tell my opps chill cause the money scaring them

- christ dillinger

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