Moncler Vest (outro) lyrics

by

CHRIST DILLINGER


[Intro]
(NUKE RADIO)
(Max2k10)
Warning: Nuke music may damage your eardrums, and hurt your soul

[PART 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Even as a child always dressed the best
Momma didn't give me no money to get fresh
Still walk in this b*tch with a Moncler Vest
Money, power, respect, you should know the rest
If you my b*tch, I'm not arguing with you
A b*tch could be crying, won't give her a tissue
I'm sorry, it's hard to admit when I'm wrong
Her ass is so fat that I can't see the thong (Nuke)
No [?] in my pocket, I only got [?]
I just made a hundred thousand [?]
I can't beef with no n*gga, just me vs me
Smoking top shelf, and my eyes look Chinese
I might smoke a whole zip to the brain
If I was Jordan, I'd smoke him in the game
I pour up a 2, fall asleep on the plane
My eyes be so low, I can't see the lanes
(NUKE RADIO)
Whatever it is, n*gga I'm tryna win it
Ima let some sh*t slide, but I still got my limits
Back when I trapped, used to even take change
5k on the fit without wearing a chain
n*ggas I knew from back then say that I change
It's not that I changed, it's that you stayed the same
I used to be broke, now I got my own sh*t
Used to not say a word, not she suckin' my di*k

[PART 2: CHRIST DILLANGER]
(LEGALIZE NUCLEAR BOMBS)
She ridin' the stick like Hermoine Granger
I'm fresher than Jesus in the manger
My father sold crack on a pager
I ain't grow up like Barack Obama
I had Christmas, I ain't have Quanza
My dad said "in this world, got your balls and your word"
Gotta come in 1st, no 2nd or 3rd
I'm not the one, give a f*ck what ya heard
I be smoking on strong, and it smell like a turd
I got different b*tches in different time zones
He be hitting on me, but that n*ggas unknown
n*ggas get on the internet, turn into clones
n*gga, play with my money, I'll come to his home
I'm sipping on lean, not sipping champagne
Pay to play, TYFontaine
I been real since I came in the game
Me and these rappers, just not the same
I don't really give a f*ck about fame
I don't really give a f*ck about clout
They sit on reddit, and they runnin' they mouth
See a n*gga in person, knock his ass out
Half of these n*ggas be acting like b*tches
Can't beef with no rapper, I'm all about business
I won't ask permission, won't ask forgiveness
Sippin' on drank and it's killing my kidneys
Sippin' so much, fell asleep behind the wheel
How you ain't got a car but you got a deal?
Funny n*ggas, like Key & Peele
I'm blowing up, like a n*gga in Lebanon
My b*tch wearing an AliExpress thong
Smoking on strong, like I'm from Hong Kong
My eyes squinting, like I'm from Hong Kong
I got a redhead, a brunette, a blonde
I ball on n*ggas, no LeBron
I bald on n*ggas, no LeBron
I ain't gonna sip it, unless its purple
Move up on these n*ggas, I'm moving like Urkel
All Louis V on like a Louis commercial
Louis V bag on my back, It's not Herschell
I never told on my n*ggas like Gunna
I don't give a f*ck, I still listen to Gunna
f*ck a n*gga's b*tch while she talk on the phone
I got designer drip, all over my own
You can't find this drip on Safari or Chrome
Just need to Google "how to leave me alone"
I buy that sh*t cash, no I don't need a loan
I haven't been trapping 3 years, Junkies still hit my phone
First n*gga in my family that didn't need a loan
Oldest brother, sold crack, went to jail
My other brother, sold crack, went to jail
My uncle sold crack, went to jail
I sold crack, didn't go to jail
I did this sh*t without a scale
My uncle killed a n*gga and went to jail
Most n*ggas in my family been to jail
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