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letra de no hook - chris sails

[verse]
i know parker real bad, you would think she a minor
i know keke love me i’m dripping designer
ex think i’m mad cause, my new b-tch is finer
i’m smoking on a gas just to get a lil higher
they know i drip and i clean up real nice
i might f-ck yo b-tch in a pair of off whites
get here on your own, cause i don’t pay for flights
i’m lying i admit, if you bad i just might
copy my style, man you n-ggas my clones
can;t say i’m selfish, i put my bros on
you know that we f-cking, so why your clothes on
p-ssy so good but, still had to go home
she gone catch d-ck like, her name randy moss
you can’t shop here so, don’t ask me the cost
ex done moved and they think that i lost
when really, the sh-t there just made me a boss
been through some sh-t, now my heart real cold
everything glitter don’t gotta be gold
want me to fall, but i’m still on my toes
stoning yo b-tch, now i’m in the end zone
all of this hate i done turned to a savage
drugs in my body, i feel like an addict
how you gone ball, if you don;t wanna practice
davinci on me, man i’m all about fashion
tired of designer, i throw on adidas
don’t trust a soul cause, these n-ggas be leeching
cut n-ggas off cause they change like the seasons
hate all you hoes cause, you n-ggas be reaching
new b-tches bam, and i feel like the greatest
i done got rich off of these n-ggas hating
dropped out of college, they said i wouldn’t make it
but now i switch whips for different occasions
dodging these hoes, man i feel like the matrix
standards real high, i won’t f-ck if she basic
i told her i’m good, she thought i was playing
i’m smoking on gas now, i look like an asian
circle real tight man, i don’t want no friends
they judging me like they don’t commit sins
i gotta son, so you know imma win
i do not know you, so don’t shake my hand
try not to be c-cky, this sh-t is real hard
windows stay tinted, i’m dodging the laws
imma help bro up, if my n-gga fall
shopping so much man, my new house on mars
see, why you n-ggas be hating and all
you on the sidelines, just watching me ball
i really feel sorry for you b-tches too
just stay on the gram, ain’t got nothing to do
b-tches mad that i cheated, like i was they boo
hate me online, but her f-ck tell the truth
i’m in the h with my bro trey the truth
i told dre my pain he said “hop in the booth”
recorded some hits imma blow like a flute
imma keep grinding till stars in my coop
this a freestyle cause i don’t want no hook
all of this drip, make a n-gga b-tch look

- chris sails

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