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letra de based negative - christ dillinger

lederrick
[verse 1 – xhris2easy]
(ouu, huh, yuh)
[i’m being gangstalked by the cia, they put a chip in my brain]
d-mn, d-mn, i’m bout to… i’m bout to black man
based negative squad
yo turn that sh-t off
yo turn that sh-t off, let me lock in, wait, d-mn, let me put on my trenchcoat you feel me? [s-s-shadow]
shawty chokin’ on my d-ck ’cause it’s enormous
every single b-tch i’m f-ckin’ on is gorgeous
catch me smokin’ gas pack inside my fortress
we got guns that look like fallout new vegas
only droppin’ black, wrist like i was racist
b-tch ask me for my name, i told her david
all i want is good dope, i be smokin’ indo
talkin’ about buying a verse, i sent the info
i turn to derek jeter every time i swing the draco (grrt, grrt, grrt)
i just took a perc and i turn into vin dеisel
drank with the x pills got me feelin’ еvil
my grandpa was a dumbass, he died up off the needle
take a step into the trap, we got pounds of needles (holy sh-t! this some hot garbage. but i can’t stop listening…)
uh, we got guns with lasers
let us know what pack you want, we got all flavors

[verse 2 – mkultra]
b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause i look like jessie pinkman
i told that b-tch, i am jessie pinkman
my money gru, now i got some minions (don’t worry about what the f-ck he be doin’. it’s dj smokey)
i’m off the goo, turn me yellow, homer simpson
doin’ numbers with my team, we assisted
i’m stakin’ bread to buy a house, you got evicted
b-tches can’t figure me out, i’m encrypted
i’m tryin’ to get some iron dome, i’m enlisted
i put gasoline in my lemonade
now i’m swerving, i’ma detonate
fan base a cult like it’s heaven’s gate
drinkin’ kool-aid at my rave, i’ma levitate
i walk on water b-tch, i’m david blane
while i’m gettin’ brain, can’t explain how i do so great
911 wouldn’ta happened if i was on that plane
now let get one thing straight, i’m the greatest master to ever debate
[verse 3 – christ dillinger]
(yeah, yeah) i’m blowing down the strong while the dope comin’ in
you keep on talkin’ sh-t, you gon’ get shot again
village camo bape jacket came from j-pan
and i’m goin’ h.a.a.m. with my left hand in the pants
she want me to be her man but i don’t give a d-mn
i got dope that’s so good, junkies do the runnin’ man
we got bigger straps than the mother f-ckin’ taliban
b-tch i wake up and get so drunk that i can’t f-ckin’ stand
fiend hit the dope and he burning calories
what i make in a month his yearly salary
we got crack bags that look like bowling b-lls
she suckin’ the d-ck and she suckin’ the b-lls
got a bad lil b-tch and she givin’ me head
dope so good fiends come back from the dead
you too broke, she want me instead
top plug keep the tricks, i want the reg
more [?] on the scale, weigh up that fish
white boys in the trap listen to phish
got a nissan altima on the left wrist
these n-ggas so broke the shouldn’t exist
i should climb through the headphones and slap the sh-t out you
chain so big, it slap the sh-t out you
dope so good, it slap the sh-t out you
i will really slap the sh-t out you
n-gga we’ll beat the sh-t out you, stomp you out
hit you with a luca libre move
i’m like rey mysterio, i got mad moves
trap house, home mad food (yeah, yeah)
[verse 4 – acidsouljah]
that boy a b-tch he could roll a blunt with his p-ssy lips
i’m smokin’ blunts back to back i’m getttin’ high as sh-t
i’m chillin’ with ya b-tch, she addicted to the d-ck (shadowman13)
i quit my job so now all i do is make hits
i thank the based god ’cause he got me all the diamonds on my wrist
he got me true religion on my fit
he taught me how to swag, he taught me how to cook
your girlfriend and the crib, she sucked my d-ck and then she cooked
i won’t f-ck a b-tch that doesn’t read books
tiktok got all these b-tches dumb as f-ck
how you got no attention span and you a sl-t
i do not get that sh-t
real percs for the low i really get that sh-t
real lean for the low i really get that sh-t (shadow wizard money gang, we love casting spells)
i used to acted crashed, don’t make me pop my sh-t

[verse 5 – bruhmanegod]
don’t make me pop my sh-t, i’ma run up with the stick
i remember sellin’ fake clothes, it’s a simple l!ck
slap his phone out his hand if he tryin’a get a pic (yuh)
if you want the crack, bemegod the top pick
f-ck a trend b-tch, i’m the only top pick
i’m make her use my b-lls as a f-ckin’ lozenge
runnin’ with the bros, always on the offense
b-tch try to understand that i always pop sh-t
only reason that i’m getting to the rest for my kid, and the way he lives
i do this sh-t for my d-mn kid, everybody ain’t eatin’ good, then there’s every reason to quit (yuh) (goodnight)
that’s why i won’t tell myself lies no mo’
i’ma run sh-t even if i go broke
i been in the game, everything dies one day
and i get mine, knowin’ my time gon’ croak
everything dies one day
everything but the game (yuh)
[dj smokey tag]
smoking is bad for your health, especially when it’s your own flesh you’re smoking

- christ dillinger

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