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letra de december 11th - chris king

[hook]
choppa in your mouth no way the f-ck can you speak
i been rolling rolling rolling i ain’t slept in a week
i just landed on my flight and ran up into my sprinter
freeze h-ll every 11th of every december
f-ck a dap, smoke a slap
every b-tch up for grabs
like to h-ll take a drag
too explicit i get flagged
f-cking sk-nk run this red
shoot em up body bag
you ain’t with us, that’s all bad
f-ck her now one more back

[verse 1]
nod on nod where they have you
on that check in a gl-ss pint
got on deck then i [?] white
i connect, yeah we mad tight
dollars stretch on them bad nights
now we splurge cause the cast right
bullet merge with your backside
have you heard, i’m the bad guy
it was then lend to the demons
they played with my shoulder
when i selling my crowder
with baking soda with ginger [? balodas]
when obama was the potus
you didn’t notice
b-tch i’m bout to blow up
give police a different donut
selling [?] the size of couple of four leaved clovers
[?] start in the zone money give me a b-n-r
i got no heart and don’t want no donor
hop if i get into [?]
head for my loaners hit the bank then i’m on it [?]
body aroma, that’s what i told her
f-ck the blood i know a grower
we in my moda
you take the horse run it up like a promoter
i ain’t promoting how’s the [?]
dj telling me to roll up
i ain’t want [?]
and i’m a need more bucks if you [?]
i don’t give no f-cks and you not important
and i’m f-cking focused

- chris king

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