letra de sage - cris strife
(verse 1: cris strife)
huh kickin back bein cool
uzi be bickin back bein bool
smart man all my teachers love me
but i sell grade a after school
salvador represent im wit my foos
boi this a great day to bring the tool
let that b-tch rip he gon dip like a chip
it ain’t got no orange tip so best duck like a goose
huh move huh vamanos
yo como el gato like platatanos
estoy llamando a tu puerta dominos
pop pop pop you get dropped like some dominos
answer the door and he catchin a tip
ichigo choppa he catchin them hollows
soon got the 40 and i got the 5th
do that addition you catchin alot those
pullin yo card like im hittin the lotto she gag on my d-ck when im hittin a pothole
its xxl when im buyin my condoms i feel like om fivi trynn f-ck a mulatto like
aye big sh-t aye i fell in love wit a lit b-tch
aye
big drip shoutout to poohder he big crip aye
big strife lil cris
yo b-tch fell in love wit this big d-ck
issa freestyle im still goin in
big gold watch got a p-ss wrist
beat my depression got hit wit a big kick
i was still rockin my shows wit a slit wrist
all of my opps is too p-ssy they big p-ssed
no one a year ago now im just big cris
was no one a year ago now im just big cris x3
was no one a year ago now im just big cris
look at my catalogue that sh-t a hit list
(verse 2: my$tik)
bands in my prada b-tch you gettin nada
i heard your sh-t and you sounding like caca
swear all of these hoes get dumber numbers
finna cop percys get number
pull up wit a wand and do magic
3 shots in you they call that a hat trick
i been poppin these beans like an addict
movin this weight no cap got traffic
holup b-tch
who let this lil oppa in?
hold up b-tch
im still setting up this licc
we pullin up wit a stick wit a red dot
choppa won’t miss you know we got aimbot
holup
i done popped 3 beans
holup
i done bought a new beam
get yourself straightened
why they be hatin?
why they be hatin?
why they be fakin?
critical hit i took the win
prayin to god forgive me for my sins
you know me i roll mob deep
cause yo gang ain’t sh-t on me
ali (crashlamboali) my shoota he came wit that fye
bribin the cops they clearin the files
hop in the plane go 9000 miles
and my cocaine be white like a kyle
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