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letra de crisis ft yvngxchris - cry 1 - ​ilycrisis

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[chorus: yvngxchris ]

b-tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b-tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h-llcat
n-gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n-gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n-gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n-gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n-gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n-gga really hittin’ sh-t now his momma cried

[verse 1 : yvngxchris]

so i got to avoid ’em
b-tch i will never be cuffin’ these b-tches just f-ckin’ these b-tches
that’s jus’ out of boredom
boy do not play wit’ yo’ luck
i do not give a f-ck
i’mma grab my lil stick and i torch ’em
d-mn, i just might hop out a porsche
i shoot a n-gga after that i record ’em
[verse 2: crisis]

yeah
then i record ’em
crisis come back and you know that i’m goin’
feelin’ like kobe you know that i’m scorin’
might f-ck a b-tch and then she be moanin’
n-ggas be talkin’ but they really hate
i got 6 n-ggas with me no drake
get to the bag, get right to the cake
some of these n-ggas they really snakes

[verse 3: yvngxchris]

yeah they be snakes
we cut the grass up
shawty gon shake it, reverse, throw the back up
boy you be b-tchin’ , you just act tough
where is yo sack at
go get your racks up n-gga

[chorus]
b-tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b-tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h-llcat
n-gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n-gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n-gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n-gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n-gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n-gga really hittin’ sh-t now his momma cried
[verse 4: crisis]

he finna cry tonight, cry today
shawty want me but i’m never the same
a avatar n-gga feelin’ like aang
that n-gga talkin’ he don’t want no problems
cook on the stove and i’m not talking ramen
yeah i got dreads on me like a jamaican
that n-gga talkin’ we cook him like bacon

[verse 5: yvngxchris]

and i got bands in my god d-mn hands man
flip a n-gga upside down like a handstand
glock finna hit a n-gga, make a n-gga do a dance-man
she like the fashion, evisu my pants-man
i’m finna get to the bands-man
got hits on-hits on-hits
i’m really a band-man
they be like
“chris how the f-ck you be going ​so viral? i see you all day god d-mn man”

shhhhh
“god d-mn man”
“how the f-ck you do that sh-t?”
hit from the back
shawty a catfish
b-tch i’m in l.a. posted up with crisis i’ll tell you what happened

[chorus: yvngxchris ]
b-tch i’m in l.a
posted with crisis
i seen a lil bad ass b-tch
get behind it
i pull off in a h-llcat
n-gga i’m flyin’
got racks in my pocket
these jeans number nine
i’m livin’ a fraud
i got a glock in my hand
i aim it at him when he tried
that lil n-gga tried
i’m ’bout to call up my young n-gga kato
send him to the sky
if a n-gga run up
i got the glock in the trunk, eat a n-gga like some pie
if i call up my shooter, that n-gga really hittin’ sh-t now his momma cried

- ilycrisis

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