Top Songs By Chris E
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher simba ekakoro
Songwriter
Lyrics
Na na na
Niggas mad cuz they see it's my time now
Niggas mad cause they see it's my time now
Too much hate on the gram, I'ma sign out
Don't be trusting these hoes might get slimed out
Niggas keep playin', they gon' fuck around, find out
Why you mad about a bitch, what the fuck is you cryin' bout
Shawty bad as a bitch had to put her in time out
If play with the gang, then we blowing your mind out
In that hole by myself niggas I had to climb out
Yea yea
In that hole by myself, they ain't give me no help no they didn't believe me
Gave that lil' boy the belt say I shoot like I'm Steph and I make it look easy
Tryna put ice on my neck, yeah, I'm talkin' baguettes diamonds dancin' like Breezy
Baby, why did you leave me?
Baby, why did you
Shawty a freak, told me grip on the neck
No, I ain't tryna talk, If it ain't about a check
If you play with my heart, that shit Russia roulette
You was there from the start, I ain't thinkin' bout next
Put the thumb in her butt make that lil' pussy wet
Do this shit for the gang, do this shit for the set
All the secrets you told me you know that I kept
Everything was so fine, how the fuck it go left
Ay
How the fuck it go left
That shit hurting my chest, how we start all these problems
Ay,
Brodie say I'm the best gotta know that we blessed, cause we come from the bottom
Ay
Bro a pro with the tech, he gon leave ya ass wet If we spot him, we got him
Ay
Gotta keep me a choppa
If he get in the way, I'm a drop em
Niggas mad cause they see it's my time now
Too much hate on the gram, I'ma sign out
Don't be trusting these hoes might get slimed out
Niggas keep playin', they gon' fuck around, find out
Why you mad about a bitch, what the fuck is you cryin' bout
Shawty bad as a bitch had to put her in time out
If play with the gang, then we blowing your mind out
In that hole by myself niggas I had to climb out
Yea yea
In that hole by myself, they ain't give me no help no they didn't believe me
Gave that lil' boy the belt say I shoot like I'm Steph and I make it look easy
Tryna put ice on my neck, yeah, I'm talkin' baguettes diamonds dancin' like Breezy
Baby, why did you leave me?
Baby, why did you
Writer(s): Christopher Ekakoro
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