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letra de chris fell off - chris sails

[intro]
yea

[chorus]
chris fell off (ahh) , n-gga stop it
f-ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b-tch)
got a pocket rocket for n-ggas who watchin’ (on god)
flooded my new b-tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it (yeah yeah)
cheated on my b-tch and broke her heart (ok)
do i regret it?
h-ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n-gga f-ck how you feel about me
(facts)
main n-ggas hatin’ be them n-ggas rockin’ abercrombie
(on god)

[verse]
f-ck i look like chasing you and i’m the one with the bag (b-tch)
see why n-ggas mad cause i been in my bag
b-tches talkin’ ‘bout “ugly where?”
b-tch right there (ah)
lace front stale, b-tch you need some new hair
and i only fear god
quick to lose a b-tch like a airpod
b-tches come around me actin’ faithful
i ain’t buying that (nah)
she tryna run off, i dumped the d-ck where her spine at (ha)
and yeah i’m a cheater, but i can’t cheat myself (facts)
i’d be stupid to love a b-tch and i don’t love myself (oh sh-t)
single life boring but it’s peaceful as f-ck (on god)
i ain’t gotta deal with you after i bust a nut
when i die everybody gone swear they my dog
but who f-ck with me right now? (b-tch)
yeah, b-tch who f-ck with me right now? (huh?)
see you doing challenges, come beatbox on this d-ck (b-tch)
b-tch i’m from detroit where we hit jugs and we hit l!cks (yea)
grown n-ggas mad cause we turned up and we got rich (b-tch)
but you could do it too, just put your mind to this sh-t
(that’s all you gotta do n-gga, don’t hate on me)
n-ggas don’t like me, i gotta deal with it
b-tch you bet not talk to n0body
don’t give a f-ck if i got six b-tches (ahh haha)
and i’m not just anybody b-tch i keep a nine (you know i do)
put you on my only fans b-tch it’s demon time
b-tch we too young to settle down (yea)
so you know this d-ck gone get around (get around, get around)
say i wouldn’t make it now all my carts push the start
f-ck all them n-ggas who be talking out they jaw (b-tch)
cause n-ggas ain’t tough they just act hard
took a n-gga b-tch
i’ll have her running from this d-ck like she a track star
[chorus]
chris fell off, n-gga stop it (yea, n-gga stop it)
f-ck about no views long as money in my pocket (b-tch i’m good)
got a pocket rocket for n-ggas who watchin’ (i do)
flooded my new b-tch, matchin’ rollies, i just copped it
(i just copped it)
cheated on my b-tch and broke her heart (hey hey hey hey)
do i regret it? (huh huh hey hey)
h-ll nah, i ain’t got a heart
from the bottom of my heart, n-gga f-ck how you feel about me
main n-ggas hatin’ be the ones rockin’ abercrombie
(abercrombie)

[outro]
woah, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
hey hey and if it’s up then it’s stuck
aye

- chris sails

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