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letra de balenciaga - chris sails

[chorus]: chris sails
if a n-gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n-gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b-tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 1]: chris sails
i can see the hate with a blindfold
i can count a million with my eye closed
i’m an alien, i’m in a different time zone
i done did some sh-t that only god knows
only god knows, only god knows
only god knows
and n-ggas show me how they rocking
fighting the pressure, these drugs in my body
if a n-gga want smoke then, we aiming for his noggin
leave that p-ssy topless
and if your gang want static
we gone let them b-tches have it
we gone let them b-tches have it
we gone let them b-tches have it

[chorus]: chris sails
cause, if a n-gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n-gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b-tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 2]: chris sails
we got racks, we got jays n-gga tell me what you need
i got goons, in the [?] n-gga they’ll shoot for me
oh na na na
but we gone make it through the rain
open scars fill my pain
i know my son need me but, i need you too
fix your attitude ‘fore i get this tool
p-ssy n-gga talking, he gone make the news
my brother keep the heat so imma keep my cool
when they let my brother free, we gone do the fool

[chorus]: chris sails
if a n-gga want smoke, then we can go to war
leave a n-gga stretch on a boulevard
hopping out a south in balenciagas
never catch me lacking b-tch, i keep a chopper

[verse 3]: savay
ain’t talking benihana but we keep them chopsticks
broke b-tches at the mall, they don’t even cop sh-t
i can’t f-ck with you because, you on that opp sh-t
can’t f-ck with me back then but now, they see i’m popping
no i ain’t religious but my shoes christian
b-tches following the wave, i gotta move different
shoes ain’t gotta lace but, he still tripping
keep a double cup on me i be lean sipping
for you n-ggas [?], my whole team winning
that rollie and that purse mmhm it don’t cost sh-t
all my exes want me back cause i’m a boss b-tch
leave a n-gga bl–dy when his set cripping
[?] lane, no we swerving
keep a glock tucked, n-ggas lurking
keep a strap on me in my birkin
now that p-ssy dead, was it worth it
c-cky [?] and some curtains
my n-ggas in the field, steady working
n-ggas in the field steady working
oh na na na

- chris sails

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