| The Crimson Chin
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| Okay, alright
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| Yo' yo', yo' yo', yo' yo'
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| Aight, yo'
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| My bitch is bad, but she won’t stop the texting me
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| Act like a referee
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| Bitch, come have sex with me
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| I don’t wan' fuck you unless you gon' beg for me
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| Let’s get you tested, I can’t get no STD
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| Met yo' bitch sister, they both be obsessed with me
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| Opp niggas mad I got rich and successful
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| They hoping and wishing the cops would arrest a G
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| We find ya' house and address to address it, G
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| Rest in piece Bank, in the bank I be flexing
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| Might buy me a Tesla, self driving be extra
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| Big Mr. Trap, they know I’m a professor
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| I ain’t go to college, still teach you a lesson
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| Scale it, I’ll flip it, I know how to stretch it
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| The Glock almost silent, I use the suppressor
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| Mail it and pile it, the shit can get violent
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| These bitches wilding, they know I’m a flexer
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| Oh, what should I drive today?
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| Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada day
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| Wait, you do not Gotta hate
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| Why you niggas isn’t proud of me?
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| I’m on the block today
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| Choppas out, I got a Glock today, bow
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| You could get hit my nigga
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| So just know there isn’t stopping me
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| My bitch pussy taste like red light sabers
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| Big dick fucker like a red light saber
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| Dark side, feeling like I’m Darth Vader
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| Yo', rich on my b-day
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| I don’t do, um, um
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| I don’t do v-day
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| I don’t have valentines
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| You wanna meet me? |
| You gotta compromise
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| I need some privacy
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| I’m in that Benzo stackin' my bands up, please don’t bother me
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| I keep that .44 under that seat 'case they try robbing me
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| I told my main ho' if she love me, baby, don’t lie to me
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| Said that she just want me for money and that’s alright for me
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| Baby ride for me
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| She gon', she gon' ride with me, haha
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| Nod with me if you feel that rock with me
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| With me, with me
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| Need someone who’d die for me
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| With me, for me
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| With me, for me, with me
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| Either way, you with me
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| Yeah, ayy
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| Throwin' apples in a pit, bitch, I’m feeling like Ludacris
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| shoot a bitch
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| Weenie Hut Junior, y’all pussies actin' gooberish
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| Bitch, I need pussy, I don’t give a fuck who it is
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| Tats on my body, I’ma slide 'em like lubricant
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| Poptarts, toaster mad, who the fuck you coolin' with
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| Keep my dick inside your bitch, like it’s rooted in
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| Tell 'em text back, leave 'em hanging like a crucifix
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| Said she want nuts, no acorns, uh
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| I dump my bitch then I take yours, uh
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| Make 'em say «Hey» to this AR, uh
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| Stomp 'em, we kickin' like, uh, yeah
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| Walk in the crib with my dick out, like what up?
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| Gun in his mouth, if he talk tell him shut up
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| I’ll beat his ass when it’s dark 'til the sun up
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| I let you
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| Talk out his neck and his cherry get popped, like a virgin
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| Put dick in dickin' you out like a surgeon
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| your body, I’m purgin'
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| You thought it was funny because I was speaking in cursive
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| You rappers so ass, I be washin' you up like detergent
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| You bitches be flees to the dick just like a varmint
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| her pussy get wet then I’m surfin'
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| My bitches God like be playin' with curses
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| Fuck
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| Was that good enough, Joey?
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| No? |
| Oh
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| I’m currently being held in Joey’s basement right now
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| Eating strictly used condoms, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DIE4ME REMIX , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Playlist for the End of the World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп