Lyrics December 11th - Chris King

December 11th

Choppa in your mouth no way the fuck can you speak
I been rolling rolling rolling I ain’t slept in a week
I just landed on my flight and ran up into my sprinter
Freeze hell every 11th of every December
Fuck a dap, smoke a slap
Every bitch up for grabs
Like to hell take a drag
Too explicit I get flagged
Fucking skank run this red
Shoot em up body bag
You ain’t with us, that’s all bad
Fuck her now one more back
Nod on nod where they have you
On that check in a glass pint
Got on deck then I white
I connect, yeah we mad tight
Dollars stretch on them bad nights
Now we splurge cause the cast right
Bullet merge with your backside
Have you heard, I’m the bad guy
It was then lend to the demons
They played with my shoulder
When I selling my crowder
With baking soda with ginger
When Obama was the POTUS
You didn’t notice
Bitch I’m bout to blow up
Give police a different donut
Selling the size of couple of four leaved clovers
start in the zone money give me a boner
I got no heart and don’t want no donor
Hop if I get into
Head for my loaners hit the bank then I’m on it
Body aroma, that’s what I told her
Fuck the blood I know a grower
We in my moda
You take the horse run it up like a promoter
I ain’t promoting how’s the
DJ telling me to roll up
I ain’t want
And I’m a need more bucks if you
I don’t give no fucks and you not important
And I’m fucking focused
Choppa in your mouth no way the fuck can you speak
I been rolling rolling rolling I ain’t slept in a week
I just landed on my flight and ran up into my sprinter
Freeze hell every 11th of every December
Fuck a dap, smoke a slap
Every bitch up for grabs
Like to hell take a drag
Too explicit I get flagged
Fucking skank run this red
Shoot em up body bag
You ain’t with us, that’s all bad
Fuck her now run one more back