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letra de don't come around - christ dillinger

[pre-chorus: lexa gates]
don’t go
what you say? what you say?
you, um, come around here (don’t go, don’t go)
one more time, one more time (yeah, oh, hey)
don’t go
what you say? what you say?
you, um, come around here
one more time, one more time (oh, oh, oh), yeah

[chorus: lexa gates]
think about it, baby, i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout it a lot
don’t you come around later, but i guess you just forgot
it’s cool, yeah, you good
think about it, baby, i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout it a lot
don’t you come around later, but i guess you just forgot
nah, you good

[verse 1: christ dillinger]
as i lay back
seat back, in pleat slacks, as i smoke anthrax
p-ssy n-gga tryna get his b-tch back
i don’t give n-ggas breaks, i ain’t no kit-kat
got a soft spot for women though, i hate to admit that
said she want a gentleman, but fell for the better man
a dark figure in the park servin’ fiends in a letterman
it’s frightening the way a n-ggas wrist lit up like lightning
diamond studded hands aimed at perfect timing
it’s easy to fall for a n-gga when he’s always splurging
never really f-cked before, but she wasn’t a virgin
takin trips to opa locka, don’t text me unless you gotta
new gucci shoes today, but new prada shoes on tomorrow
living on time that is borrowed
excitement soon to follow, but could be gone tomorrow
replacing that warm feeling with something that is hollow
p-ssy ass n-ggas still worried about unfollows
remember that kid that got a little too close to the sky and god melted his clay wings and burned his eyes
that n-gga was i
cast down out of heaven before i even arrived
[chorus: lexa gates]
think about it, baby, i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout it a lot
don’t you come around later, but i guess you just forgot
think about it, baby, i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout it a lot
don’t you come around later, but i guess you just forgot

[bridge: blckk]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah

[verse 2: blckk]
the liquor see through better than what the weed do (yeah)
and once i’m f-cked up, maybe then i’ma see you (maybe i’ma)
i need another f-ckin’ cup ‘fore i f-ck it up (yeah, yeah)
you got the wrong motherf-cker, think i’ll let him walk (yeah)
i took a bet with the devil, i bet that f-cker think better
and next time, i’ma bring his ass six shots
plus i f-ck up his neck like i’m a b-tch cop
shut the f-ck up, beat him until his heart stop (yeah)
mmm, talk less if you need to
yeah, and swallow more pills ’til your skin blue
i’m back up on the same sh-t i started on (yeah, yeah)
i’m still f-ckin’ the press, that’s why i put it on (that’s why i)
i only rap if it’s making me more money (more money)
suck a d-ck, you ain’t getting no sh-t from me (no sh-t from me)
i seen it happen, we show up, he start running (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i spit bullsh-t, all of y’all still love it (still love it)
f-ckin’ better than dead, i’m bringin’ ’em up out of the bed
wake up i do it again, yeah, f-ckin’ again (wake up i do it again)
[pre-chorus: lexa gates]
don’t go
what you say? what you say?
you, um, come around here (don’t go, don’t go)
one more time, one more time (yeah, oh, hey)
don’t go
what you say? what you say?
you, um, come around here
one more time, one more time (oh, oh, oh), yeah

- christ dillinger

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