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letra de hang me from my chain - cdg

[intro: celly en noir]
you already know what the f-ck goin’ on
bgbt sh-t
big h-ll-raisin’ sh-t
big trifecta sh-t
b-tch
shouts to all my n-ggas from the lowdown

[verse 1: celly en noir]
flash out hot sh-t
two-tone chop sh-t
buckshot pop, but he hit like dropkick
d-mn, that [wah kit?] got me nausea
green mean go, but the red don’t stop sh-t
mosh pit, mosh pit, on my rock sh-t
perky ease the pain
n-ggas really b-tches give a f-ck ’bout what you bank

[chorus: celly en noir]
can’t get this jewelry off, now you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i be talkin’ to my block, i’m worried i might be insane
when my choppa cut i separate a n-gga from his brain
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m down to change a n-gga for some cha-
(get off my d-ck)
i’m really lit (i’m really lit)
eliantte diamonds shinin’ on my neck and on my wrist
(neck and on my wrist)
f-ck a helmеt i’m gon’ hop up on the field and i’ma blitz (i’ma blitz)
and i’m always tryna hit, so if you clip you betta not miss
(bеtta no miss)
no computer just a mac-11, coolin’ off the kick (coolin’ off the kick)
i don’t never trust a hoe, treat these b-tches like my kicks
(b-tches like my kicks)
i ain’t tying up for sh-t
if you see me and i’m broke, then i ain’t dying for a brick
on my momma and my bro, i ain’t dyin’ till i’m rich
[verse 2: coleman grehawick]
i don’t really give a f-ck about no b-tch
i been runnin’ up a bag, yeah, i’m tryin’ to get rich
i was down bad a week ago, now you can’t tell me sh-t
and, lil’ shawty wanna date me, but i gotta hit and quit

hop in the whip, i’ma hit 150, zoomin’ down the interstate
that means i’m ahead of everybody, all you b-tches late
i’ma buy a ‘rari, got speed away from all this hate (two)
i left that b-tch in the past, now i’m rockin’ all these d-mn diamonds on me, you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i was drivin’ in the rain, ’cause i was ’bout to go insane
all the problems that you caused me really took apart my brain
but i don’t care about that sh-t no more, i’m drownin’ on my pain

[bridge: coleman grehawick]
drowin’ a bottle of vodka, i’m getting lit
got a bad b-tch and she doin’ the splits
when i get rich i’ma stay at the ritz
and i’m shootin’ my shot i ain’t never gon’ miss
like go
b-tch don’t act like you know me
can’t fall in love, gotta stay with my homies
you say you’re loyal, but you gotta show me
i’m winnin’, i’m winnin’ gotta get to the trophy

[chorus: celly en noir]
can’t get this jewelry off, now you gon’ have to hang me from my chain
i be talkin’ to my block, i’m worried i might be insane
when my choppa cut i separate a n-gga from his brain
i don’t give a f-ck, i’m down to change a n-gga for some cha-
(get off my d-ck)
i’m really lit (i’m really lit)
eliantte diamonds shinin’ on my neck and on my wrist
(neck and on my wrist)
f-ck a helmet i’m gon’ hop up on the field and i’ma blitz (i’ma blitz)
and i’m always tryna hit, so if you clip you betta not miss
(betta no miss)
no computer just a mac 11, coolin’ off the kick (coolin’ off the kick)
i don’t never trust a hoe, treat these b-tches like my kicks
(b-tches like my kicks)
i ain’t tying up for sh-t
if you see me and i’m broke, then i ain’t dying for a brick
on my momma and my bro, i ain’t dyin’ till i’m rich
[outro]
hey man, i’m super f-cked up man
what’s good man, you the best rapper ever, man

- cdg

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