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vaxfr - christ كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 / chorus: treyy]
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh
hey, hey, hey, hey, eugh

that’s your brodie like go pick him up
racks on your head n_gga showing em up
osama bin laden we blowing him up
hop in a tonka i’m towing em up
water my wrist n_gga flowing em up
come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
i said come get your hoe i know she wan’ f_ck (eughhhhhhhh)
shorty on me, yeah she love whеn i hit it
ricks and my jeans b_tch you know that’s its fitted
i’ll get your ass gonе, just wait a few minutes
i’m in the kitty, i beat up the caddy
red head hoe on my peanuts like “peppermint patty”
he wanna box, imma drop the addy
i don’t know her mom but she callin’ me daddy

“zeeyoork” like stop all the dissin’
the chop get him fried like some chic_fil_a chicken
i hit it once, pass to bro double dippin’
i ain’t tryna have kids, i only put the tip in
choppa eat him up, yeah, that n_gga a munch
make out with the cl_t, chinese food for lunch
808’s punch yo face n_gga, shoutout to hunch
mike tyson my weed cause it’s packin’ a punch
paying cheap for a feature, it will not suffice
n_gga pick your poison, we rollin’ some dice
i be chill wit my n_ggas but know i’m not nice
say shoutout to saint, send you up to christ

[verse 2: vax]
eughhh
yuh we send you to christ
that n_gga need a perc to get by
pull out my choppa now you getting high (high, high)
yuh we send you to christ
f_ck n_gga i am not talking about saint
said you a god but we know that you ain’t
said you got money but you got no bank
my n_gga trey said that you a munch
that n_gga a eater he ate it for lunch
think that it’s time i get sad in this b_tch
think that it’s time i get mad in this b_tch
said he got money that n_gga not rich
he wanna snitch he get put in a ditch

feel like i’m kobe get with a (yeah!)
all of my n_ggas they pull up with (brr)
all of my n_ggas they pull up sticks
sorry my n_gga that i took yo b_tch
it’s not my fault she feeling the kid_i_i_i

that n_ggas a baby that boy need a bib
i heard your music i said it was mid
i put a bullet in that n_gga rib
just go to twitter you gon’ see the vid
these n_ggas dirty i think they got lice
don’t want no more so that b_tch won’t suffice
wet that sh_t like cooking sum rice
n_gga keep talking get sent up to christ
verse 3: treyy again
that’s your brodie like go pick him up
racks on your head n_gga showing em up
osama bin laden we blowing him up
hop in a tonka i’m towing em up
water my wrist n_gga flowing em up
come get your baba treesh cause she all on my nuts
i said come get your hoe i know she wan’ f_ck

- vaxfr

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