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letra de a reflection - christ dillinger

[chorus]
i just spend twenty on that check, thousand on some shrooms
i’m smokin’ on greesh right now while i’m in the stu’
i done f-cked every b-tch you wanted to
they don’t f-ck with you ’cause i don’t f-ck with you
i just spend twenty on that check, thousand on my shoes
smokin’ on greesh right now while i’m in the stu’
i done f-cked every b-tch you wanted to
they don’t f-ck with you ’cause i don’t f-ck with you

[verse]
i just spent twenty on a ray and then some chains (and some chains)
i’m rockin’ with chanel, f-ck johnny dang
when i step in the trap, you know i do my thing
pull up in a srt, i ain’t one of them
i feel like ice cube when they shot ricky
i feel likе j. cole when he fought diddy
i was sеventeen when my cousin got shot
rylo watched the ave, shot him right on the block
i was fifteen when my grandma died
i was fifteen years old, i couldn’t even cry
when my grandma died she was fifty years old (oh, sh-t)
when my uncle died he was fifty years old (oh, sh-t)
when my auntie died she was fifty years old (oh, sh-t)
when my great-grandma died she was fifty-one (facts)
don’t run up on me, n-gga, i’m not the one
these balenciaga’s, not air jordan 1’s (nah)
when we shootin’ a video, these real guns
i’ma say they props, but they real guns
this a real clip, and a real drum
backwood look like o’neal thumb
backwood look like o’neal’s son
that b-tch make you look real dumb
no converse, these prada shoes
i called my mom, she said, “i’m proud of you”
i feel like uncle ben how i’m beatin’ the pot
and i’m high as a b-tch ’cause i’m sippin’ straight drop
i remember the days i was up in stock
now she suckin’ my d-ck ’til i tell her to stop
i just bought a new watch, n-gga, look at the rocks
bought a burberry suit and gave it to my pops
i just bought a few [?], put that sh-t in the pot
if a n-gga run up on us he gon’ get popped
i got so many guns that they think i’m a cop
if a n-gga run up we shoot him like a cop
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas like i was a cop
these n-ggas k!ll n-ggas but won’t k!ll cops
i don’t know none of you n-ggas, i don’t got no opps
i’m on a f-ckin’ jet and my ears just popped
when i get off the jet i’ma do a show
sixteen gold t–th in my mouth and they show
sixteen gold t–th in my mouth and they glow
your b-tch look like lebron, her hair won’t grow
if i get drunk enough i might still f-ck that hoe
this real rick owens, your sh-t is faux

- christ dillinger

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