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lirik lagu hall of fame – christ dillinger

[christ dillinger]
i’m doing a show and they screaming my name
i want the money, f*ck the fame
i’m sayin these things that the rappers won’t say
me and these rappers we just not the same
iced out watch, no plain jane
f*ckin a b*tch and she screamin’ my name
i’m not jason statham, i can’t save the dame
i’m not like you n*ggas we just not the same
got the louis v on when i hop off the plane
got a louis umbrella i walk in the rain
got a beam on the glock so i don’t gotta aim
got some lean in my cup no i don’t drink champagne
yes i’m f*ckin that b*tch but i’m not gonna claim
shе gonna let me hit like a fixеd game
i’m a wavy n*gga, hall of fame
i’m doin a show and they screaming my name
got the double c on when i hop off the plane
got the new yeezy boots it’s for me and my b*tch
she caught me cheatin’ so i bought her some sh*t
i just drank too much lean, i’m takin a sh*t
you got triple s’s on they ugly as sh*t
they said that’s your b*tch she said you never hit
if she a bad b*tch i’m the first one to hit
if a b*tch actin up i’m the first one to ditch
got a big ass blunt between my lips
you rap bad, you should quit
i wake up in the morning in louis pajamas
got the louis v on while i smoke marijuana
i wear louis v while i listen to donda
told that b*tch put some rap on, i don’t burn nirvana
my weed it be green and we brown like rihanna
my wrist it be rocky like i date rihanna
if i had the chance i would still f*ck rihanna
if i had the chance i would f*ck taylor swift
i f*ck a lot of hoes, cause god give me a gift
you still smokin’ cigarettes you need to quit
i ain’t cuffing no hoe i don’t like to commit
though these (?) is rigged
darkies lighten the dope with the end of the wig
when she see my new video she double cl!ck
[lake kyle]
wavy n*gga, louis bag, rick owens, different class
double c kicks when i hop out the jag
all of these diamonds, they are not glass
run up on us and we whoopin’ your ass
she suckin’ my d*ck and i’m driving real fast
i’m breakin’ the bank and it don’t need a cast
coming in first, not last
i’m the boss, no promotion
wavy n*gga like the ocean, givenchy boys creep with the view
gucci socks with the gucci shoes
your drip outdated, our drip is new
we run it up daily the hottest are blue
we takin that dope and that sh*t is real cool
christ in new york and his jacket is blue
i’m doin a show and they screaming my name
n*ggas is broke (?) to blame
iced out rollie, no it’s not plain
i’m f*ckin this b*tch and i don’t know her name
all of these hoes we don’t got her on trains
gucci glasses, gucci frames
gucci bags when we hop on the plane
i think i’m a zombie she giving me brain

[lil darkie]
i’m doin a show and they know what my name is
d*mn n*gga, i must be famous
i smoke marijuana, it leavin’ me painless
d*mn n*gga, i wonder where my brain is
i’m in the louvre i’m looking at paintings
been spendin’ so much time looking at bank statements
i wanna thank my parents for my greatness
i’m not the type to make blank statements
i’m not the type to make fake arrangements
i’m not the type to entertain lateness
i’m not the type
i’m sayin what these rappers won’t say
but they can’t say cause they mad fake, what a sad fate
uh, i walk in this b*tch like bill gates
i’m makin that money it feel great
bought another house like this sh*t monopoly
hoe i got money, no one is stopping me
it feels nice buying another property
it feels nice doing business properly
it feels nice having no one on top of me
it feels nice when she does it sloppily
it feels nice in the kind of position i’m in, never go hungry again
it feels nice at a hundred and ten percent
it feels nice never paying no rent
it feel nice ecstasy, all of you, are less than me
i’m a wavy n*gga hall of fame (uh) spider gang the best to be
[christ dillinger]
i’m doin a show and they screaming my name
i want the money, f*ck the fame
i’m sayin the things that these rappers won’t say
me and these rappers we just not the same
iced out watch, no plain jane
f*ckin a b*tch and she screamin’ my name
i’m not jason statham, i can’t save the dame
i’m not like you n*ggas we just not the same
got the louis v on when i hop off the plane
got a louis umbrella i walk in the rain
got a beam on the glock so i don’t gotta aim
got some lean in my cup no i don’t drink champagne
yes i’m f*ckin that b*tch but i’m not gonna claim
she gonna let me hit like a fixed game
i’m a wavy, n*gga hall of fame
i’m doin a show and they screaming my name

(crowd cheering: “christ dillinger”)

- christ dillinger

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