Top Songs By Chris Lombardi
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris Lombardi
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Lombardi
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Moffatt
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Lyrics
Yo, it's the same homie
From back when they acted like they ain't know me
Need a fat assed bitch with thick thighs to lay that thang on me
Changed on me
Switched up, went against the grain on me
Knock the teeth out these snakes, mid bite
You defanged homie
Insane homie
Man, I think I'm losing my brain
Don't be callin' me crazy, I just got balls
It ain't the same homie
Range homie
When I was 20 I copped the Range homie
Crashed that shit so quick, talk about pain homie
The devil on my shoulder think we friends again
And now my neck and wrist both wet, I think they lesbian
My AZ plug got two 9's like J Crowder
Massachusetts to the box, stir the pot like clam chowder
I'm whippin' in the pickup same color as the powder
Walk with power like a lion, or get eaten like a coward
How you pricing out my life by the hour
You ain't fuck her good enough if you ain't gotta take a shower
I'm, blessin' any beat im touchin'
Any bitch I'm fuckin' gettin' something' no need for discussion
I, ain't suicidal but my wrist are drippin'
Lockin' down your bitch with what I'm whippin' in the kitchen
I ain't, sold a drug since 2012
Ain't pull a Glock I sell a stock to see my homies livin' well
On my demon time I give 'em hell
But I'll fly her ass to Mexico before we go to Taco Bell
I'm, real rude when I'm in a bad mood
And if you choose to impede me I'd move if I were you
Don't get confused I promise I'm a nice dude
With some loose screws
Blow a circuit like a used fuse
Yeah I try to move smooth ooh that's right on cue
Like Bush II said, fool me once shame on you
I'm the type to hit a hooker with an IOU
I'll coach her 'til I gotta Clipper like Tyronn Lue
We just, do what we gotta do we ain't the type to sue
And if I never see a court room again it's too soon
I'm already zoom in' and shit it's barely noon
My day is doomed
I roll another doob and continue to cruise
Eating' couscous with a set of twins they trippin' like some loose shoes
'Cause I keep on havin' to ask 'em who's who
All my dawgs eatin' bitch and you just set the table
Spread that cheese 'round my circle like a bagel mother fucker
Written by: Christopher Lombardi