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King Critical
King Critical
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante Pirtle
Devante Pirtle
Songwriter

Lyrics

No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies **** try to take my chain no whammies , try to run me out my city no whammies .
No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies u still living with your mans no whammies I thought bands will make her dance u got no whammies it’s critical ****
These **** hating no whammies these **** snakes with no Grammy your bitches fake with no matters . Went state to state and you crashing shoot em up call em lacking wrap his face up in plastic leave him dead in trashcan **** know I’m the shit I got two guns in this bitch. These **** still talking shit but ain’t gone never get rich Yu fuck her raw now u sick got wild gang in this bitch. U touch me they flip I’m like a god in the 6 I got hard for my shit u **** soft den a bitch **** pull on me might see your hoe in my shit my **** straight outta jail and still holding dem clips they say I’m going hell because I sold my shit huh . And he told me gone ride me and u blood sacrifice u know it’s gone down devil child critical **** blood dripping off that nine Devil child critical **** ima demon in disguise huh No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies **** try to take my chain no whammies , try to run me out my city no whammies .
No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies u still living with your mans no whammies I thought bands will make her dance u got no whammies it’s critical ****
Bands bands make her dance ,band make her dance , she can do it with no hands she can on da pole she can do on da stand gone raise that right leg gone shake that right thur gone break him right Thur she doing that shit on knees gone Chingy right thur she doing that shit with easy my money growing on trees I’m chilling smoking on weed u phony u have to leave u lonely u beat your meat I be on and u disagree u run I’m coming full speed full clip black ski mask the police won’t notice **** who cold me I be flexing on you cuh **** she notice me I be fresher than a muggg
Chant ‘’
No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies **** try to take my chain no whammies , try to run me out my city no whammies .
No whammies ,no whammies ,no whammies no whammies u still living with your mans no whammies I thought bands will make her dance u got no whammies it’s critical ****
Written by: Devante Pirtle
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