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chrxmediamonds - glo 2 lyrics
[verse 1: chrxmediamonds!]
(hon akkori)
was too high now i’m back
had to get my sh_t in blood
and my necklace look like a flood
i’ma run yo racks through the mud
that chain, ion give no f_ck
we gon stomp you out and make you run outside while you look dumb
got racks and i put it in the safe
got stacks i ain’t spend it on yuh
i been counting these racks since eight
told that p_ssy lil boy go run
this purp gon make me dumb, p_ssy boy you look like a thumb
had to run up outside fore i head to the bank and i counted all these funds
too high when i skrrt in the whip, drift out and we take off your head
i ain’t down for taking a trip, lil boy we gon’ leave you dead
my head hurt when i take blue, but my double cup stay all red
wе gon’ hop up in that sp_ceship, that ufo we fled
just likе he a d_mn pencil we gon’ fill him up with lead
tryna act like he the boss, give a f_ck bout what he said
had to get my money up, on my arm what i do a spread
if he be too scared to do sum, we gon’ take your b_tch instead
led that girl straight to my bed, in place make her do a flip
this lean up in my double cup, i gotta go take a sip
i took way too many milligrams, this feeling ain’t a trip
i was having fun at first, but now i ain’t, so i’m bouta dip
ain’t no call of duty this rifle got a scope, i’ma hit a clip
i was down bad, now i’m him and i got different types of fits
i got smoke up in my lungs, off this blunt i take a rip
told the jeweler not to f_ck up my d_mn chain fore i grab my grip
[verse 2: sosageekin!]
yeah, slide with chops and h_lla k!llas
me and brodie, crunk two deep for gas, we pop out go gorilla
i don’t f_ck with p_ssy boys, man y’all n_ggas be snakes, uh
talkin’ down on brodie, he gon’ catch my twin with drakes
ha, the f_ck you sayin’?
i got thirty_two up in my five, it be sprayin’
go say all the way, you f_ck around, go super saiyan
i was really on the block, with them crodie, i say i made it
you know how we t’d up
twenty_two long rifles, finna hit him like some needles
got a thot, used to serve her all my pack, man she be fiendin’
pour the wock, four on four, up in my aquafina (aquafina)
grah, we got glocks with switches, finna let it
my choppa little caesars, way that they be hot n’ ready
sosa hop on songs, f_ck up the beat, like what you sayin’?
i got little thotties, wanna do my f_ckin’ errands (hon akkori)
yeah
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