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problematic - chris king lyrics

[chorus: chris king]
as a child, i was problematic
3 point line, i’m automatic
if i see it, i gotta have it
collect informative [?] pass it
to all of my [?]
blasfamous, talking ungoddly
had a big heart with some baggage
but i froze it, and broke it to vvs clairoty
bairley missing a n*gga while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
hilarious, my [?] in your city, f*cking up your area
now your b*tch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
i don’t think i cannot not get enough

[verse 1: chris king]
b*tch i’m too fly, collect my [?] friequantly
[?] good head like leadership
grab a 2 lieder, and pour me some lean in it
bullits fly by, like you see that sh*t?
i go hard on a ho, and i’m known to concrete a b*tch
[?] make me repeat again
fresh to death till i die, but i k!ll you, we’ll meet again
no competition, don’t see any
[?] glocks [?]
i once played the dealer, and cheated the house, ’cause i had to pull that n*gga’s card
it was blackjack, it was 21 shots in a n*gga car
rocking new [?] in a new wraith, had a young b*tch seeing stars
[?]
[?] gotta [?] that
[?] gotta get the sail scratched
turn the jail to a h*ll [?]
the bullit hit him so hard that i felt it
[?] pull up in a foreign [?]
i don’t smoke crack, lil n*gga, i sell it
got the white girl [?]
[chorus: chris king]
as a child, i was problematic
3 point line, i’m automatic
if i see it, i gotta have it
collect informative [?] pass it
to all of my [?]
blasfamous, talking ungoddly
had a big heart with some baggage
but i froze it, and broke it to vvs clairoty
bairley missing a n*gga while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
hilarious, my [?] in your city, f*cking up your area
now your b*tch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
i don’t think i cannot not get enough

[verse 2: xanman]
want me to rob like kendrick, but i like glocks with extentions
n0body cared, n0body supporting till you dead or in prison
i’m trapping with gang, already know, chris king [?] up the murder rate
hard times in the cold nights, i was in and out like the burger place
[?]
and a b*tch in a bentley [?]
i got a lil uzi, eternal atake
all the times [?] you turn away
i look out for you in a cirtain way
the real [?] fake [?]
the junkies lined up, i served today
[?] money, i can’t go to work today
bentley coupe, and it came with the candy paint
she texting me driving [?]
heart cold, so i can’t be a saint
[?] i can tell that it’s fake
i hold this glock, we gon’ go on a date
i really thought you was here to stay
i get a tissue, [?] my tears away
[?] big heart with a missing sp*ce

- chris king lyrics

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