AZ_0101 - Chris js missed
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{Intro}
Yeah, we back
What's up, ladies?
Chris, don’t call her baby
C-Breezy, this shit too easy
Yo latest music been cheesy, I know you can’t freestyle like Weezy
What’s up with all this typa shit on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
What’s up with this dismay and pity?
What's up to all the homies in the Bay?
What's up to all the homies in Dallas, Austin, Toronto?
Wait there’s one guy, lemme address this pussy from Tappahannock
Prolly layin’ his ass down right now on a hammock
Homies and ladies
Ten-fold shadies
{Verse 1}
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with Z?
Who want, mm, who want smoke with me?
Who want
Brrah, brrah, brrah, yeah, yeah
Readin’ off a script, ight, I’m ‘bout to start out with somе fuckin’ lessons
First thing is to keep yo hands to yourself, don’t undress
Likе some of y'all been damn FE!Ns, no one wants to see your peen, get off the fuckin’ team, you chasin’ women or success?
I know y’all ladies been trying your best
Life can sometimes feel like a fuckin’ test
I understand the struggle and pain, no gain, when was the last time it rained, these clowns producin’ jest
If you wanna act like a bitch, represent Chris Brown, make women frown, fucker punched Rihanna, send yo ass to prisons of Montana
Defecator, yea that’s prolly what you did in that elevator
Bitch imma fry yo ass like chicken tenders
Talkin’ bout dreads, stick with the buzz, keep Takeoff outta yo mouth, fuck you think you’re all ‘bout
You trippin’ cause you ain’t the one that got true respect
Crazy how when you hit Ri everybody really wished it was yo ass instead
I’m 5’11,” yo ass needs to work at 7/11
6’1, and you still can’t even come home to a woman callin’ her hun
Touch women again, it’s gon be me and you in the ring, yo ass is boutta be done, do you think you’ve had fuckin’ fun, huh?
You been done on that harassment, find yo fuckin’ midget ass a replacement
Trigger finger you prolly tried to finger, imma shut down yo fuckin’ ringer
Don’t try to stick it in women cause you get none, instead stick in singin’
That’s what u do in that shower, porn bingin’
Shut yo hoe ass up, else the industry boutta blow yo career out like a horn, I been cringin’
My boy, lemme just ask you, do you understand love
Don’t shove her again, wish yo ass had a Benz, I think you shoulda taken AP Gov, Quavo always been above
Yo producer saved yo ass with a beat, aw, did you just get beat?
Gave your midget ass a lil fuckin’ treat
Send me a fuckin’ response, you gon’ get bodied twice with the next R&B shit that’s gon release with the feat
Should I get Ri on it?
Music always been better than yo shit, perverted ass bitch prolly still lookin’ at her tits
You def, def wish you could hit her
Try that next time imma make sure you get jail time
Then u can look at ‘em cement walls and try out mime
Kiss what typa ring midget shit the one that you saw through that screen on Bing
Yeah, bodied by a singer?
Nah bitch imma give you a real big fuck you from my middle finger
All of em 10 of em trigger fingers
That’s why you got triggered, think you the shit cause u make six figures
Next time you pull off any shit bitch imma make sure yo pants rip
Fuck you gon’ do huh, come at me in the ring, bring it pussy you ain’t a fuckin’ ting, lil sing
Please get on yo knees
Beg for forgiveness, stop smokin tree
You ain’t he, you runnin' yo trap like you get Zs
That’s why yo grades were prolly Bs
Or wait were they fuckin’ Cs
C key signature
Please stop hittin her
Wearin’ a jacket covered with fur
Fuckin pussy, I think you’re a hookie
Start straightenin’ yoself like Migos told u to, imma give you the next assignment
Find some alignment, refinement, realignment, before you get confinement
Bro prolly talks to women like entertain me, train me
Shut the fuck up man I’m tryna make plans
Next time you fuck around actin’ like a hound with yo lil hat
I’ll make sure it’s bound, and I’ll diss yo midget ass again like Like That
{Intro}
Yeah, we back
What's up, ladies?
Chris, don’t call her baby
C-Breezy, this shit too easy
Yo latest music been cheesy, I know you can’t freestyle like Weezy
What’s up with all this typa shit on the north side, south side, east side, west side?
What’s up with this dismay and pity?
What's up to all the homies in the Bay?
What's up to all the homies in Dallas, Austin, Toronto?
Wait there’s one guy, lemme address this pussy from Tappahannock
Prolly layin’ his ass down right now on a hammock
Homies and ladies
Ten-fold shadies
{Verse 1}
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with me?
Who want smoke with Z?
Who want, mm, who want smoke with me?
Who want
Brrah, brrah, brrah, yeah, yeah
Readin’ off a script, ight, I’m ‘bout to start out with somе fuckin’ lessons
First thing is to keep yo hands to yourself, don’t undress
Likе some of y'all been damn FE!Ns, no one wants to see your peen, get off the fuckin’ team, you chasin’ women or success?
I know y’all ladies been trying your best
Life can sometimes feel like a fuckin’ test
I understand the struggle and pain, no gain, when was the last time it rained, these clowns producin’ jest
If you wanna act like a bitch, represent Chris Brown, make women frown, fucker punched Rihanna, send yo ass to prisons of Montana
Defecator, yea that’s prolly what you did in that elevator
Bitch imma fry yo ass like chicken tenders
Talkin’ bout dreads, stick with the buzz, keep Takeoff outta yo mouth, fuck you think you’re all ‘bout
You trippin’ cause you ain’t the one that got true respect
Crazy how when you hit Ri everybody really wished it was yo ass instead
I’m 5’11,” yo ass needs to work at 7/11
6’1, and you still can’t even come home to a woman callin’ her hun
Touch women again, it’s gon be me and you in the ring, yo ass is boutta be done, do you think you’ve had fuckin’ fun, huh?
You been done on that harassment, find yo fuckin’ midget ass a replacement
Trigger finger you prolly tried to finger, imma shut down yo fuckin’ ringer
Don’t try to stick it in women cause you get none, instead stick in singin’
That’s what u do in that shower, porn bingin’
Shut yo hoe ass up, else the industry boutta blow yo career out like a horn, I been cringin’
My boy, lemme just ask you, do you understand love
Don’t shove her again, wish yo ass had a Benz, I think you shoulda taken AP Gov, Quavo always been above
Yo producer saved yo ass with a beat, aw, did you just get beat?
Gave your midget ass a lil fuckin’ treat
Send me a fuckin’ response, you gon’ get bodied twice with the next R&B shit that’s gon release with the feat
Should I get Ri on it?
Music always been better than yo shit, perverted ass bitch prolly still lookin’ at her tits
You def, def wish you could hit her
Try that next time imma make sure you get jail time
Then u can look at ‘em cement walls and try out mime
Kiss what typa ring midget shit the one that you saw through that screen on Bing
Yeah, bodied by a singer?
Nah bitch imma give you a real big fuck you from my middle finger
All of em 10 of em trigger fingers
That’s why you got triggered, think you the shit cause u make six figures
Next time you pull off any shit bitch imma make sure yo pants rip
Fuck you gon’ do huh, come at me in the ring, bring it pussy you ain’t a fuckin’ ting, lil sing
Please get on yo knees
Beg for forgiveness, stop smokin tree
You ain’t he, you runnin' yo trap like you get Zs
That’s why yo grades were prolly Bs
Or wait were they fuckin’ Cs
C key signature
Please stop hittin her
Wearin’ a jacket covered with fur
Fuckin pussy, I think you’re a hookie
Start straightenin’ yoself like Migos told u to, imma give you the next assignment
Find some alignment, refinement, realignment, before you get confinement
Bro prolly talks to women like entertain me, train me
Shut the fuck up man I’m tryna make plans
Next time you fuck around actin’ like a hound with yo lil hat
I’ll make sure it’s bound, and I’ll diss yo midget ass again like Like That
