Chris Phirst - Chris Flair Lyrics

(Thank You, Cha-Ching!)
Pop the pussy on it's lips, like quit talking back
My mom found my brother's BB gun, like who bought him that?
He don't put his seatbelts on, but they caught him strapped
Heard yo' song and skipped the beat, my ears had a heart attack
Took her heart in custody, arrested the cardiac
Skimmed through my lines, I was thinking cardiac arrest
Be yo' own boss is the way that I learned best
Everybody smell what I'm cooking like a world chef
Hardy Boys, I be flipping shit like my name Jeff
You can't get a text back, bitch, you passed the ugly test
Said I ain't smoke today, she like let me smell yo' breath
Seen me at the show last night, bet not tell my ex

No shade, things tinted through these Cartier glasses
You ain't taking chains, lil nigga, you can have it
'Cause then yo' whip Jimmy Neutron, gotta blast it
Call her Ms. Fantastic, she don't stretch, her body plastic
We had to make ends meet, last dollars turned elastic
Pull the Glock, they run, I call this the go-go gadget
You tryna break that wood down, you gon' need a hatchet
Packed a good bowl in the morning like it's breakfast time
This cup got me feeling chopped and screwed, bitch, it's hammer

This cup got me feeling chopped and screwed, bitch, it's hammer time
You only f*ck broke bitches? Bro, you scared of dimes
I'm 'bout to busta bust a nut, bitch, I ain't even rhyme
I mean, I ain't even try to, the pussy made me do it
They didn't wanna look at me ball, now they pay to view it
I be putting crack in these bars, this some 80s music
She don't wanna f*ck? No blue balls, hit her wit' hadouken
Ms. Toi said you can do it, you just gotta put yo' back into it
Hit her from the front like a car just backed into it
My life a movie, you'd believe these bars was some actor music
Let me stop rapping right now, don't know what I'm doing
Since you don't know what you doing till you stop
I f*ck wit' her cause of that wap
She stuck to me 'cause of that guap
She kinda thick and she short, that's why you love this tater thot?
Scratch her off the sex list, she get sent back to the block
He tried to make it to his car, but the bullets had raced him there
Bitch, I've been the man way before I had the facial hair
Smoking big tree, nature boy, call me Chris Flair
I always pick the truth, give a f*ck about a nigga dare
Feel it through her body when she come, dick an electric chair

Felt the pussy heart stop, cat coroner pronounced it dead
No these ain't drugs, lil' mama, it's a lot of meds
My brother ride for me, so that's why I had got the pegs
This actress tryna break my heart, told her break a leg
I'm raffish, you ratted, and these hoes getting ratchet
Breaking moon rocks down, now my fingers got molasses
Palms keep itching, damn, think I caught the rackies rashes
Made a bet wit' my bitch, who can count the money fastest
Made a deal with myself, no more smoking, no more shopping
Spent that money on some Za, saw designer, had to cop it

Do yo' bitch like that one toy, nigga, pass it bop it
Got her working on her squats, told her I'm an assaholic
To be honest, I don't think global warming feel as hot as me
Better give that head up smooth before I have to count to three
Oh, you must've thought I was playing, now you gotta leave
Bitch, I am not a cuffing fan, better cop a seat
Elmer's glue to the rap game, bitch, I'm stuck to it
Heard your song once, almost made me say f*ck music
I call the pussy Nike, when I see it, I just do it
Turned Ike for a moment, made me go abusive
Yo' dog making you look bad, like yo' name Eustace
She turned detective going through my phone, I turned clueless
Didn't yo' mom teach you better? Now you gon' learn student
Big dick bandit, in yo' bitch walls like I'm looting