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hurricane chris – g19 كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
i’m getting married to this business, swear to god i need to buy this b_tch a wedding ring (wedding ring)
i can’t let these n_ggas get to me, know there ain’t no b_tch in me (b_tch in me)
shoot this stick and hit up everything (everything)
i can’t wait to see my enemies
said he wanted war, there’s money on your head now (head now)
sh_t a little different n_gga, we got bread now (bread now)
if i catch you in my neighborhood i’ma red dot him (red dot him)
see if the doctor could take all this lead out him

[verse 1]
all i f_ck with is the hеadbusters, heartstoppers, i’m a rеal n_gga
she want me to take her out to eat and pay her bills n_gga
what the f_ck, i look like daffy duck? that ain’t real n_gga (that ain’t real)
b_tch is too crazy
n_gga with all that trick b_tch made sh_t, i’ma brina a new wave in
in the club an’ they ain’t search sh_t, we got two k’s in (skrrrt)
amg gt 63, pull up in a new grey benz (grey benz)
if a n_gga with me and he strapped then he better shoot that b_tch
find out, sh_t went down, you ain’t spin, p_ssy n_gga you get hit (you get hit)
no mask this personal, lettin’ uzi spit
you gon’ let the internet get you murdered with that goofy sh_t?
know a couple k!llers, for the watch they cut off both your wrists
hey homie come here, you need some help? let that .44 hit
don’t know how to read, but he do know how to smoke some sh_t
young n_ggas with choppas in the mix, they gon’ blow your sh_t (they gon’ blow your sh_t)
don’t ask me bout your hoe ‘cause i don’t know the b_tch (pull up with them sticks)

[verse 2]
all the facebookin and tweetin ‘bout them n_ggas you got smoke with, i’m not into that
‘cause we gon send a thousand shots at you when you send a threat
and money ain’t gon make n_ggas real, you just a bigger b_tch
went outside to smoke and got popped before he lit his cigarette
n_ggas divin’ knee deep in that water, what’s the f_ckin’ problem?
five n_ggas want beef, i bring ten n_ggas with choppas
when we ride its gon be “fa, fa, fa,” followed by some sirens
and some silence
and some slow driving
and i put that on my momma
see these big old diamonds shinin on me
thats cuz i been grindin’ hit you with this iron
p_ssy n_gga, put it on your mind
i been with the sh_t way since i was young, straight dumb n_gga
i really don’t give a f_ck bout what you rep or where you from n_gga
my closest dawg told me he with it, don’t need no name
make a clean getaway but for ‘caine they leaving stains
n_gga’s playing lame, ‘til you stalk ‘em and bring ‘em pain
in the back seat of that b_tch when you crank ‘em

- hurricane chris

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