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hot commodity - chris king lyrics

(hook)
got a bag of that ‘shhh
it’s a hot commodity, i got a lot of it
takin’ one dose, and then slip on reality
wind up toy soldiers, and charge up the battery
got in the getaway, get the f*ck outta’ here
suffocate my lungs with dope, i don’t gotta’ breathe
i want the ap ceramic, like pottery
bag full of zaza, it smellin’ like collard greens
i shoot his dome off, he look like a coloseum
she wanna’ meet the plug, baby, she gotta’ see him
gun barrel long, as onomatopoeia
skip narcotics anonymous, i don’t need it
and my b*tch politic, like she condoleezza
you know life gon’ keep lifin’, it’s never easy
i just f*ck up the club, a repeat offеnder
you know today’s a b*tch, but like three’s a bendеr
i be ready to crank, overheat the engine

(verse 1)
i just pop percocets, like they’re penicillin
always thought i was hero, i been a villain
rob de niro on camera, i did my business
for dineros, blow hammers at any witness
fill a suitcase with bags, and i’m really trippin’
i fly wit’ it myself, and i get the ticket
if it move, run away, spin, and get to glitchin’
ever seen a shooting star shoot back?
a four*door to the trap, take a coupe back
place your order, got pills like fruit snacks
face a mortician, when i’m done
pointin’ at you knew i want revenge, outta this new bag
i got time today, i’m droppin’ bombs today
f*ck a rolls*royce, man, the stars gon’ align today
i pull a u on you, n*gga, how i’ma play it
get the hippie b*tch shot, f*ck a namaste
(hook)
got a bag of that ‘shhh
it’s a hot commodity, i got a lot of it
takin’ one dose, and then slip on reality
wind up toy soldiers, and charge up the battery
got in the getaway, get the f*ck outta’ here
suffocate my lungs with dope, i don’t gotta’ breathe
i want the ap ceramic, like pottery
bag full of zaza, it smellin’ like collard greens
i shoot his dome off, he look like a coloseum
she wanna’ meet the plug, baby, she gotta’ see him
gun barrel long, as onomatopoeia
skip narcotics anonymous, i don’t need it
and my b*tch politic, like she condoleezza
you know life gon’ keep lifin’, it’s never easy
i just f*ck up the club, a repeat offender
you know today’s a b*tch, but like three’s a bender
i be ready to crank, overheat the engine

- chris king lyrics

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