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Khrysis

I think theses niggas acting like some hoes, Fuck em tho

I don’t care about em, that’s for sure

Two things I love?

Fam and my dogs

Addicted to a lot man I always want more

Bitch on my jock I ain’t tripping on her though

I’ve been on fire, Hot Boys in Girbauds

Try to sneak me on your Snapchat and I’ll pose

Now legends tell me, «Boy you stupid with the flows»

Guillotine, Billie Jean, still tryna claim a nigga

Lucious Lyon type of business nothing that could save a nigga

Mil, they talking still?

Let me go and flame a nigga

Man, you see that ass she got?

How you gonna blame a nigga?

Aliens abducted me I swear I ain’t the same as niggas

Hear they shit that Jay did like, Q you going crazy nigga

9th we with the Roc right?

My handle be the same as Kemba

Music start dropping but I’m shopping like its late Decemeber

I’m cutting trees everyday without hollering timber

She didn’t know I was King, Nala, Ms, Mrs. Simba

Give a fuck about you niggas like a clipper on her

Don’t let these niggas start switching on you

But uh

I think theses niggas acting like some hoes, Fuck em tho

I don’t care about em, that’s for sure

Two things I love?

Fam and my dogs

Addicted to a lot man I always want more

I think theses niggas acting like some hoes, Fuck em tho

I don’t care about em, that’s for sure

Two things I love?

Fam and my dogs

Addicted to a lot man I always want more

Part chemical, part prophet

Hard to understand, I’m a wino that talk logic

Ran through apartments, played house, and we bought comics

Find my self at home like white hoes in a lost cottage

Most who lacking common sense, good, we smart phonics

Never finish no relationship but she start gossip

You ain’t talking money?

Chances are that you off target

Use to bring gifts, last party I bought chronic

Fox like Robotnic when he caught Sonic

Shed light on his enemy with a dark object

Wild Wild West East but East Oakland where I was fosrwe

Hoop my whole life, yeah I always made the roster

Hung with athletes and street niggas that look like rastas

Most of whom know a low a whole lot but don’t know their fathers

Helicopter hover mother pray her baby get away

If he don’t her house is probably where his son is gonna have to stay, typical

City ritual be pandemonium, woozy

Someone bring a Motrin to the podium, 'scuse me

If a bitch can be corrected she can’t be directed

Proper instruction bring great production

She don’t follow proper instruction it brings great destruction to my life

Fuck em tho

I don’t care about em that’s for sure

Two things I love?

Fam and my dogs

Addicted to a lot man I always want more

I think theses niggas acting like some hoes, Fuck em tho

I don’t care about em, that’s for sure

Two things I love?

Fam and my dogs

Addicted to a lot man I always want more