Lyrics December 11th - Chris King

December 11th

Choppa in your mouth no way the fuck can you speak\nI been rolling rolling rolling I ain’t slept in a week\nI just landed on my flight and ran up into my sprinter\nFreeze hell every 11th of every December\nFuck a dap, smoke a slap\nEvery bitch up for grabs\nLike to hell take a drag\nToo explicit I get flagged\nFucking skank run this red\nShoot em up body bag\nYou ain’t with us, that’s all bad\nFuck her now one more back\nNod on nod where they have you\nOn that check in a glass pint\nGot on deck then I white\nI connect, yeah we mad tight\nDollars stretch on them bad nights\nNow we splurge cause the cast right\nBullet merge with your backside\nHave you heard, I’m the bad guy\nIt was then lend to the demons\nThey played with my shoulder\nWhen I selling my crowder\nWith baking soda with ginger\nWhen Obama was the POTUS\nYou didn’t notice\nBitch I’m bout to blow up\nGive police a different donut\nSelling the size of couple of four leaved clovers\nstart in the zone money give me a boner\nI got no heart and don’t want no donor\nHop if I get into\nHead for my loaners hit the bank then I’m on it\nBody aroma, that’s what I told her\nFuck the blood I know a grower\nWe in my moda\nYou take the horse run it up like a promoter\nI ain’t promoting how’s the\nDJ telling me to roll up\nI ain’t want\nAnd I’m a need more bucks if you\nI don’t give no fucks and you not important\nAnd I’m fucking focused\nChoppa in your mouth no way the fuck can you speak\nI been rolling rolling rolling I ain’t slept in a week\nI just landed on my flight and ran up into my sprinter\nFreeze hell every 11th of every December\nFuck a dap, smoke a slap\nEvery bitch up for grabs\nLike to hell take a drag\nToo explicit I get flagged\nFucking skank run this red\nShoot em up body bag\nYou ain’t with us, that’s all bad\nFuck her now run one more back