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from by Quelle Chris

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I’m trying to burn this bitch down
I ain’t trying to break in
Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan
I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in
Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking
Wait man
Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air
Shutting down your city then we outta there
Everyone can get it like Obamacare
Keep it buddy they don’t problems here

Bucket over earlobes
headache under headdress
Grinding like I’m soon dying
Till I’m laid up bed rest
It’s Quelle Chris all day shit
I don’t need no playlist
Handsome black and headstrong
you nervous till they nails gone
Step out daddy long legs
Cab Calloway stride
Make a rapper freeze up like I was Zack in bayside
I be knuckle down ape
And bout my business back straight
I was never weirdo
They just had to acclimate
Please they grip the draws like coppertone dogs
But ain’t got shit to say like back when poppa doc lost
More reach than doctor ocs arms
Crazy trying to play me you better call saul
train of thought on track RR my r&r
Floating through the fog off more drugs than a debarg
Don’t think it wasn’t when it was he’s no mirage
This what’s happening it’s Rerun Dwayne and Raj

I’m trying to burn this bitch down
I ain’t trying to break in
Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan
I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in
Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking
Wait man
Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air
Shutting down your city then we outta there
Everyone can get it like Obamacare
Keep it buddy they don’t problems here

I’m feeling like a million stacks
How de fuck you do
Seeing how you living bet you probably feel a buck or two
Hoe shit insured sucka proof
No deductible
Good neighbors with state pharmaceuticals by the bucketloads
That’s Big Green like ferrigno
if you down like feather pillows
We got wax without the earlobe
If you matching hold the euro
No tobacco just the pure smoke.
Powdered keif looking like churros
If you choke up you get higher
Word to Bridget and dinero
In a far south beach house
ashy ass Knees out
Barring up beats bounce
eating steak and eggs til my feet gout
Hippy type freak outs with woke whites who beast hype
Dropping n words for my nigga friends only black folks can recite
Thats free life
Thought he wasn’t when he was it
Been it from the beginning
Just getting better every minute
Smoking gun
Catching the killer and creator
Gave em 2 for 1
Don’t thank me later

I’m trying to burn this bitch down
I ain’t trying to break in
Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan
I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in
Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking
Wait man
Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air
Shutting down your city then we outta there
Everyone can get it like Obamacare
Keep it buddy they don’t problems here

Dumping dutchie guts out the window
Keep it buddy strictly for the kinfolk
Lighting up the outdoor in the indoor
This ain’t for you this is for the kinfolk (2X)

credits

from Guns, released March 29, 2019

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