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Chris C Jones
Chris C Jones
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I'm in the trap I'm weighing up P's I made that bitch shake She wanna fuck but dubbed back then I made that bitch wait I knew I was that nigga I had that sauce since like the 6th grade This nigga he soft had to cut him off I can tell he bitch made I pulled up flossing this fit cost me bout like 6k This a new Benz, souped up, pull-up V8 Boy I'm high as fuck, booted up, I can't see straight Wock give me bubble guts, she suck me up until her knees ache Would you love me if I got locked down today Shit was hard I locked in with my plug and then he dropped the rate Niggas hating cause I made it work, put food up on my plate My young bitch she fuck me good off percs I make sure that she straight I'll drop the ticket right now, ain't no telling what I'll make Shawty know she ain't my bitch it ain't no telling where I stay I might stuff her full of dick, but I really want the face I'm on feet they tried to stop me hit the cut and hopped that gate They like Wick boy you come trim, boy you be walking every time I don't give a fuck about no bitch she call my phone I press decline I smoke rapper weed it's potent you hit this blunt might lose your mind Told my new bitch that it's over lil bitch can't even waste my time Started fucking in October this lil bitch she extra fine Every time these niggas see me know I'm posted with a dime Put them blues in rubber bands That boy fell ain't stand a chance Had to split up with my main bitch but it's all apart the plan I'm in the trap I'm weighing up P's I made that bitch shake She wanna fuck but dubbed back then I made that bitch wait I knew I was that nigga I had that sauce since like the 6th grade This nigga he soft had to cut him off I can tell he bitch made Really had that sauce since a youngin Cut all that flaw shit off they bitch made, they be moving too funny Got tired of seeing my momma cry so I start moving them onions Shit put a smile on her face when I start bringing in money She ain't even wonder how I'm only 17, already done touched 200,000 From Section 8 to penthouses, I came from public housing This fame shit I don't believe it, fuck the word of mouth I be moving state to state it's hard to know my whereabouts Pushin P like Gunna them, These bitches know I'm one of them, ones I been having fun cause I got a lot of funds So I move like the army with a whole lot of guns They only think about the pros all this money come with cons I'm in the trap I'm weighing up P's I made that bitch shake She wanna fuck but dubbed back then I made that bitch wait I knew I was that nigga I had that sauce since like the 6th grade This nigga he soft had to cut him off I can tell he bitch made I pulled up flossing this fit cost me bout like 6k This a new Benz, souped up, pull-up V8 Boy I'm high as fuck, booted up, I can't see straight Wock give me bubble guts, she suck me up until her knees ache
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