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battle rap - chris king lyrics

[intro]
ooh, yeah, hold up x4

[verse 1] mak sauce
i had to cop me a 223
i done copped me a glock but it came [?]

[unfinished]

[chorus] chris king
2 percocets and i activate
i attract money, the money it gravitate
my trap is jumping from monday to sat*rday
booming like 4th of july
we don’t f*ck with the cops
and my eyes are too low when i navigate
make a film with your b*tch [?]
you n*ggas rogue and that’s just what the data say
serving this white girl i call her [?]
stuffing this gun in the seat of a cadillac
we clutching choppas, we don’t do the battle rap
i get so high i could kick down a satellite
she give me head with no [?] imagine that
[verse 2] chris king & mak sauce
sipping high doses, can’t work no machinery
pop me a perky i go with the geekery
i’m in the hills, that’s somewhere you need to be
i’m in the trap where the robbers and k!llers be
pull up in a foreign, police wanna pat me down
he make a diss and i bet we gonna whack him now
blow out the back and i sn*tch all the racks
no h0m*, i bet we blow out [?]
smoking [?] that’s a funky ass pound
we catch him lacking, we gunning him down
we bustin’ 40s, i empty the mag
he made a diss and that’s why he dead
shoebox with the money, gun under the bed
as soon as i nut, left her home red
her booty too fat, almost broke off her legs
i put a bag on her head like dreads

- chris king lyrics

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