Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NO DISCUSSION, artist - Christ DillingerDate of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NO DISCUSSION |
| Big ass Backwood, I’m huffin and puffin |
| I shoot up your house and your momma start buggin |
| I pull out my dick and I fuck no discussion |
| I beat up your pussy and smoke me a russian |
| Big ass choppa so niggas not tusslin |
| You ain’t sippin wok lil nigga thats tussin |
| I dont know this nigga my runtz hes not puffin |
| I just put my sausage inside her McMuffin |
| Codeine on a camel so nigga im crushin' |
| When i shop with plugs nigga ain’t no discussion |
| I pull out a pistol and end the discussion |
| I beat up a pussy and smoke me a russian |
| Big ass choppa it knocked out his stomach |
| When I pull my dick out, your bitch she get on it |
| These junkies they hooked on the dope like its phonics |
| I’m meetin my plug and he speakin ebonics |
| The cops on my dick |
| Think i got me a warrant |
| I pulled out my dick and your bitch, she was for it |
| Got a fat ass Backwood |
| Look like Lizzo |
| My dick long look like limo |
| If you don’t get money why is you here for |
| I’m eatin on penne and shrimp its expensive |
| She suck on my dick before I finish my sentence |
| These niggas don’t get it, they not comprehendin' |
| When I get the money I get right to spending |
| This magical life that I live so expensive |
| When she hear my lyrics she said they’re offensive |
| Next thing you know I’m in her mouth like a dentist |
| You beefing with me, you’re going to end up on oxygen |
| If you don’t fuck with me, why did you follow then |
| Hop outta lean put that shit in my tummy |
| I laugh at you clown but this shit is not funny |
| These niggas be acting like kings when they bummy |
| Then copy my style and then say they don’t like me |
| How the fuck you gon' say that when you try to bite me? |
| These internet niggas too pussy to fight me |
| They talk on my name I don’t take that shit lightly |
| You speak about me nigga you speak politely |
| If he a fake friend then he worse than a opp |
| If Christ D on the beat then this shit is a bop |
| New Glock, two toes |
| I’m at the party you best leave yo boo home |
| My shooters youngins, they grew up in group homes |
| Miss me you nigga his head in a loophole |
| I’m not a racist I’m pulling a hoodie |
| That chop hit his leg, now we losing this footage |
| There’s blood on the dance floor who’s tryna boogie? |
| My team full of vets I can’t fuck with no rookies |
| Your bitch tryna fuck 'cause I do what you couldn’t |
| I show no fear boy I do what you wouldn’t |
| Diamonds they blinding but they can’t stop looking |
| Pull up with a drake and the handle is wooden |
| I’m getting tough with three thugs and no laws |
| You couldn’t handle my dick and that shit was all soft |
| I’m in the charge and I’m blowing this house |
| The cops get behind me they know that I’m gone |
| New Glock, two toes |
| I’m at the party you best leave you boo home |
| My shooters young 'cause they grew up in |
| Miss me you nigga his head in a loophole |
| I’m not a racist I’m pulling a hoodie |
| That time hit his leg, now we losing this footage |
| There’s blood on the dance floor who’s tryna boogie? |
| My team full of vets I can’t fuck with no rookies |