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lirik lagu delusional – chrxmediamonds

[intro: vybez]
yeah, woah
yeah, uh
yeah, uh (ayo shio, turn me up)
yeah, woah
yeah, uh
yeah, woah, yeah, woah, woah

[verse 1: vybez]
n*ggas talking, they be delusional
i got the shotty, i made that sh*t crucial
ha, ha, talkin’ down on me, we can get [?]
got a witchcraft sh*t, i got the voodoo
dumpin’ the sticks, dumpin’ my mogul
kickin the fiends, up in the dungeon
got my own swag, got my own logo
ha, yeah
i whip that brand new gtr, i’ma swerve the block
we gon’ spin the block, with the motherf*ckin’ gang fosho
stackin’ money, i love money, yeah, that sh*t queso
countin’ different kind of money, yeah i’m countin’ peso
you ain’t book my room, i was doin’ 80 on the road
so it’s crazy, hе ain’t even pull up, so that n*gga was just talking bro
and it’s crazy, how this n*gga just talking sh*t, but he won’t do nothing bro
and it’s crazy, how thеse n*ggas just don’t know when to stop
i’m like d*mn, can you shut the f*ck up bruh? yeah
n*gga acting like a kid, we don’t know ’em
n*gga acting like a kid, we don’t know ’em
got a ak, got a st, yo
got a brand new d*r*a*c*o
suckin’ my d*ck, b*tch i might go mayo
d*mn, i’m not lonely, i don’t got a clayco
spinnin’ round, spittin’ flow like a d*mn tornado
spittin’ my thoughts in the motherf*ckin’ mic like a motherf*ckin’ slay clone
rockin’ the balenciaga steppas, i’m makin a earthquake
rockin’ every motherf*ckin’ designer brand with my conscious
i got a v2, yeah, d*mn i got deja vu, woah
feelin’ nostalgia, d*mn, rockin’ the prada, yeah
i do this sh*t all the time, [?]
huh, sike, i’m just fantasizing about all that sh*t
bust down my neck, bust down my wrist, yeah i’m flooded with ice
you can even check the price, diamonds and they shine in the dark
n*ggas don’t know who i am, feel like clark, i’m superman, got a new identity
i wake up, i’m feelin’ sick, i pour the lean, it’s my remedy
put a opp, in a coffin, yeah that’s it, [?]
i don’t care if they get mad at me, steady stacking cash habitually
reppin’ my flag, and i’m reppin’ that tapistry
oh yeah, f*ck the labels, f*ck the industry
f*ck all the collectives, yeah, f*ck all this, grind by myself
i don’t want my manager seeing this
i’ma prosper, fosho, yeah
[verse 2: chrxmediamonds!]
they be delusional when i pull up in my car and i shank (yeah, urgh)
think i’m the one when i hit from the back, f*ck what she think (yeah, urgh)
deploy my soldiers to go d*mn surround you, they hitting the flank
talking bout racks, on racks, on racks, on racks, on racks when i leave the bank
i got a whole new pack in the air, and in my lungs, this sh*t hit great
i got new money, in the air, and i eat yo b*tch up like cake
i been stressing way too much, oh yeah, now i pick up the plate
i been grinding so d*mn much, now these perkys what i ate (yeah, yeah)
yeah, it’s fake b*tches, don’t got time to wait
yeah, no matter what the time is, i’ma pull up late
think they tough and all, yeah, but i pull up to estate
and these haters keep on talking, yeah they hate, yeah
they all delusional

- chrxmediamonds

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