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letra de i carry mine! - chris king

[intro]
tank god

[chorus: tyla yaweh & chris king]
in the back of my lac’ (‘lac), with two hoes that’s tryna kick it
hit a match, got me coughin’, light-headed, i’m the littest (yeah)
look like thomas edison (yeah), i count a lot of benjamin’s
i pour a little medicine, and i ball all my measurements (yeah)
in the back of my lac’ (‘lac), with two hoes that’s tryna kick it
hit a match, got me coughin’, light-headed, i’m the littest (yeah)
look like thomas edison, i count a lot of benjamin’s
i pour a little medicine (yeah), and i ball all my measurements

[post-chorus: tyla yaweh & chris king]
i carry mine (back-back-back)
i carry mine, i carry mine (doo-doo-doot)

[verse: chris king]
i’m heartbreaker but i’m sippin’ all the timе
shoot out the roof and then i hit him in his spine
i’ll knock a b-tch down, i don’t carе about her size
lil’ n-gga’s a birthday, i got a wrapped surprise
take a couple henny shots, now a n-gga paralyzed
we break the rules, n-gga, we don’t comply
we break the law for a piece of the pie
i’m a rockstar ’til the day i die
hol’ up, get to feel like a playground, my n-ggas gon’ slide
put a b-tch on her knees, like i get me sign
young yaweh, you b-tches, his face look like mine
hol’ up, grippin’ the chopper like malcom x, peak through the blinds
watchin’ the smile, it might you leave blind
i think that johnny dang must took his time
hol’ up, i came from butcher stone, it wasn’t vvs
all of my n-ggas was dvs
i got prescriptions more than a cvs
a n-gga got pills but i think it’s pressed
i was broke as a joke, you haven’t seen a debt
now i got money, i need to flex
i fly in snotty nose like a fighter jet
tell me where the lighter at
[chorus: tyla yaweh & chris king]
in the back of my lac’ (back, back), with two hoes that’s tryna kick it
hit a match, got me coughin’, light-headed, i’m the littest (that 14)
look like thomas edison (hol’ up), i count a lot of benjamin’s
i pour a little medicine, and i ball all my measurements
in the back of my lac’, with two hoes that’s tryna kick it
hit a match, got me coughin’, light-headed, i’m the littest
look like thomas edison, i count a lot of benjamin’s
i pour a little medicine and i ball all my measurements

[post-chorus: tyla yaweh]
i carry mine
i carry mine

- chris king

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