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Christopher Holt
Christopher Holt
Songwriter
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CEE ELAITCH
CEE ELAITCH
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Chiarelli
Chiarelli
Producer

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Mmmmm Sis said be for real Mars said be for real She said be for real, for real So I guess I gotta spit Y'know what I'm saying? Like niggas really think I can't spit (Mm mm) And it's funny too because I got bars, nigga I'm too fuckin' smart for your aux It don't make- It don't work that way Like you can't play me anywhere, nigga Like you gotta play me, nigga If i'm really sanctioned, nigga (Aye aye aye aye aye aye) Like you gotta understand You gotta listen to these bars real quick Look, look, look, listen The black puffer in the Adi Pradas (It's chilly) I threw a cherry bomb in the air I ain't expect to blow up like Osama I'm chainsmoking every blunt because my Chase got a couple commas When we was high, I danced in the room I was ducking like Fadda She was fine but she got a BBL Face ass looking like Jabba I stayed in Kentwood, on the GR side I wasn't close to Sada I made 400 cleaning dog shit I made the bread the Dalai Lama I flew over oceans, I hit the gate Niggas ranking up like Shabba Smoking grabba, the first time it burnt I made the switch, I'm wakey, bitch She went off and soul snatched me like the Lich I'm tentative 'bout letting girls in, it's just a minor itch On top of rapping, I'ma great nigga and allat The fuckich ish (I'm him) Market Market give me sponsor Drive phase, she said I'm a monster We dying slow so I bought some land 'Cuz that's that shit I wanna conquer I can't freestyle well, so I just tap in with my pen That's wild proper I'm doing thirty smacked on the LIE Hope I ain't get pulled over by the copper The shit's crazy how these niggas offbeat I'm really on beat 'cuz Bessie told me that my flow unique Reapa said it got a new meaning, it just mean I'm hood of street I dap my best friends and my cousin up the twizzy way like- Mchew, oh shit Bessie also told me that she wouldn't run fours That energy gon' change when she open up them ocean breeze doors Or maybe I might just pull up in some O-dub J Fours I got the sail color with the cream Telfar Nigga, that's a goal (That's a goal, nigga) Shit Fuck is you talking about, nigga? I got my fucking Telfar, bit- Like I get bitches wetter than a Telfar bag security program Stop playing with me, bro I got my fucking bag, too Fuck is you talmbout
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