chris paul

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Destroy Lonely - Rap, Psychedelic Rap

chris paul

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[Intro] Chris Paul, hey [Chorus] Bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you call?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (Hit the lotto) I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me (Wanna swallow) In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (With my dawgs) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her) Put that shit on, I'ma take it off, shawty (Take it off) Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (All of 'em) [Verse 1] All black fashion My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic Chrome Hearts all through my crib, bitch, I'm havin' this (Lil' bitch I—) Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you askin' me? (Why you askin' me?) I been off the porch, lil' bitch, I'm clutchin' on my .40 I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it (Bitch, I forked it) She just tried to get some money out of me, unfortunately (Unfortunately) 'Cause I ain't payin' for no lil' bitch that ain't even worth shit (Yah) (Killa, ayy) (Killa, hey) [Chorus] Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto) I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me (She wanna swallow) In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (With my dawgs) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her) Put that shit on, I'ma take it off, shawty Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em [Verse 2] Killer, she a lady killer Yeah, yeah, for realer (Yeah, for real) I'm the Look Killa with the swag, I be drillin' (Killa, Killa) She a lady killer with the swag, she be spillin' All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin' Stella (She goin' Stella) Paparazzi pop my shit, lil' baby, I look stellar Your paparazzi poppin', bitch, I heard, yeah, you look stellar If looks could kill, then it's first degree murder They said that real niggas died, well, we resurgin' ('Surgin') Niggas talkin' so much shit, I know they teeth dirty (Teeth dirty) I been walkin' so much shit, lil' bitch, my feet hurtin' (Hurtin') Niggas movin' kinda weird, it's makin' me nervous I ain't never runnin' out of paper, bitch, I keep splurgin' I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurtin' (Hurt) Live with all this flexin', countin' all this money, bitch, I'm never stressin' I been countin' hundreds (Huh, huh) (Poppin', killer, poppin', killer) [Chorus] Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery I know that she like me and I think she wanna swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (Ah-ah) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her) Put that shit on and take it off, shawty (Take it off) Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (Fuck) [Outro] Fuck them Fuck a nigga talkin' bout? Poppin', Look Killa, Killa Yeah, lil' top Boss

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  • Destroy Lonely
  • Clayco
  • T8ko
  • ​xdkole