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Chris And Snoop
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I'm Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Action gypsy, a nigga get juked
He with his partner, kill him and his crew
It's Lil Rico, you know what I do
Slatt, slatt, these Margielas new
I catch you, zip papping at you
Hold up, damn, I'm tapping at you
Catch up with you, you know that you through
Lil Racks going up, it's making 'em sick
Lil Screw, you know that I did it
Every day I'm looking for fittings
Track Jeep, you know it ain't rented
Hellcat, that bitch limo tinted
All these pills, I'm feeling addicted
Way I did 'em, I'm sick, I'ma twist it
Bullets get struck 'cause I'm rocking the boots
Pockets blue like the Blue Man Group
I bounce, Steve Nash, I know how to shoot
Close these eyes, watching Elliott move
I got chicken drums in this coupe
Silence, sure that bitch sound like a flute
Catch his ass in the alley like Chris
Leave his ass in the alley like Snoop
I'm Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Action gypsy, a nigga get juked
He with his partner, kill him and his crew
It's Lil Rico, you know what I do
Slatt, slatt, these Margielas new
I catch you, zip papping at you
Hold up, damn, I'm tapping at you
Catch up with you, you know that you through
Lil Racks going up, it's making 'em sick
I come to your spot like I was the Grinch
In this fast car, I ride with my stick
Touch down in New York, I'm looking for rent
I'm Adam Sandler, I shoot to a clique
These the type of bullets that go through a brick
Hate these jeans on, I look like a lick
Don't think I'm a lick, I'ma make this hoe kick
Lil Racks shit is shit
Three hundred people, the ARP and the micro
Supersonic, a nigga need Geico
I got a shot, I can hit with my off though
Catch your baby and I feel like a psycho
Tap him one time so the nigga can die slow
Give him beats like I'm fucking with Gyro
Be on the back, it starts in your high notes
It's me and Pain, catch an opp in Ohio
You know what's up, me nigga, it's
Lil Screw, nigga, fuck what you saying
Lil Screw, you know that I did it
Every day I'm looking for fittings
Track Jeep, you know it ain't rented
Hellcat, that bitch limo tinted
All these pills, I'm feeling addicted
Way I did 'em, I'm sick, I'ma twist it
Bullets get struck 'cause I'm rocking the boots
Pockets blue like the Blue Man Group
I bounce, Steve Nash, I know how to shoot
Close these eyes, watching Elliott move
I got chicken drums in this coupe
Silence, sure that bitch sound like a flute
Catch his ass in the alley like Chris
Leave his ass in the alley like Snoop
Slatt, slatt, slatt