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ilysm ft. Hi, I'm Chris & robin's ghost
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Yeah, I'm still posted on the south side
Me, Sor Uh, Louis, heartbreakers, make your daughter cry
How you make them songs sound good? It's all about pride
Crying about your money ain't gon' give you no more money
Jokers, They're like funny everyday It's always sunny
Point the for the dope, and buddy just start running
You ain't got no fucking water 'round you, fuck about your plumbing
Gunning for the top spot, upper echelon
They need me to step in straight, I'm just stunning
Got this hammer, ain't from Bunnings, I ain't watching it come along
Put my key into this Hummer, and I play this motherfucking song
Call me Big Ben around the clock and drop this fucking dongle on the game
No dinner dates, I'm right up in your face
So don't say nothing stupid, I don't wanna catch a case
I had a dream so fucking lucid that I won this fucking thing
'Cause in every other word, fuck like every single day
The fake clean, I ain't no Bronner man, I get my jeans French cuffed
Evolved a bit, could drum the toxics, weโ we made it out the muck
I'm tearing tracks, like packs of Pokรฉmon cards that you can't afford
I'm pulling magic tricks, the way I gather stacks can't be ignored
First name, "Hi, I'm"
Last name, ""
Pop boy, clean in every genre, mop it like Joe Dirt
I ain't tryna be anything I ain't, and I'm a fucking nerd
Who earned his work, then packed the verse with flexing, rightfully deserved
I bench the bodyweight of anyone who thinks I deserve worse
I'll make you taste the turf, I cop the tchotchkes off my poetry, that's what my word's worth
We run this shit, D1, We athletes, kick some crease
Then compress, ball spike like cleats
Y'all ain't tough, I've seen your mom cut the crust off your bread
Ain't nobody touching mine, I keep a sack with an "S"
Put a line through you, just like currency
I hung up on you boy, this call ain't no fucking courtesy (yeah)
Aye, yo, it's Beatrice
Seems just in peace by the letter
Bit the shovel, but the fit is always rocking
In the pockets on a whole 'nother level
Yo, watch how I rock 'em and sock 'em
On god, Robin's often a problem
I got hellhounds on the spot
Fill the pot with something rotten and awful, and now these doggies are stuffed
The pups longing as I light up the blunt
Let's keep it in touch
Get green, yeah, I'm a mean one
So be glad I'm passive with white flags and daggers in the
Tryna see you fall off in IMAX
Ily make a classic, that's just cause and effect
Yo, Tryna cause a scene with the
Wipe the blunt off my paws, the fog is long gone
Really with my dogs, only tryna talk if you been involved with the plot
Ily cook it up but it's raw
Yeah, ily cook it up but it's raw