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Christopher Elder
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They be sayin' folks be on me I got local fame But I don't give a fuck if none these niggas know my name Rather niggas know that I don't play about my fuckin' change Rather niggas know I never changed, but I ain't the same Fuck on bad bitches, it's a habit, man, I gotta have it Baby, it ain't nothin' bout me, TRICKY no, I'm not the RABBIT Shorty in my DMs say I'm IT, no, I had to TAG her And I heard a nigga had a fit, but we gon' make a madder I ain't even tryna flex, but niggas really havin' When I go outside, cut the small talk, I'm not a chatter I don't give a fuck bout what you heard, lil' bitch, that shit don't matter Told her she could eat some dick, at least she got that booty clappin Let me tell y'all niggas how I know that all these bitches cappin' I be drunk as fuckin' and then next day I still know what happened Y'all believe these bitches, if you want, they in the group chat laughin' Shorty really got some fire, throat I thought that bitch a dragon They be sayin' folks be on me I got local fame But I don't give a fuck if none these niggas know my name Rather niggas know that I don't play about my fuckin' change Rather niggas know I never changed, but I ain't the same Fuck on bad bitches, it's a habit, man, I gotta have it Baby, it ain't nothin' bout me, TRICKY no, I'm not the RABBIT Shorty in my DMs say I'm IT, no, I had to TAG her And I heard a nigga had a fit, but we gon' make a madder They be sayin', fuck, be on me, I got local fame But I be in y'all hood and you don't even got a local name Niggas hate on your success cause they be broke and lame I'm the definition of a million dollar worth of game I'ma rock out till I die, I feel like Kurt Cobain Got this drink all in my cup, I feel like Kirk's Bangz Spittin' blues like I serve cocaine Ion give a fuck about this rap shit, I been trappin', you don't know my pain Fuck bein' local, bitch, I'm global, I got motion I'm an open flame, I'll burn this bitch up They pray the police never learn my name I step on necks and disrespect, shit, I'm a menace Fuck society, I'm the old school king Yeah, niggas troll, but ion joke, I fade Let me calm down, I got an open case All these bitches on my dick, but all these hoes be strange I be more turned on for puttin' locals in the open grave DUMBASS They be sayin' folks be on me I got local fame But I don't give a fuck if none these niggas know my name Rather niggas know that I don't play about my fuckin' change Rather niggas know I never changed, but I ain't the same Fuck on bad bitches, it's a habit, man, I gotta have it Baby, it ain't nothin' bout me, TRICKY no, I'm not the RABBIT Shorty in my DMs say I'm IT, no, I had to TAG her And I heard a nigga had a fit, but we gon' make a madder
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