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Chris Phirst - Pronoun Lyrics



Chris Phirst - Pronoun Lyrics
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You don't praise God enough, so I'm snatching off yo' Jesus chain
On they necks like Undertaker, bro hotheaded like Kane
Had to fake nut a dumb bitch like I thought I came
What designer do I got on? Guess the name game
Do you need some glasses? It's not Vuttin, it's Vuitton
Run the racks up, pass my niggas the baton
Her ass like we runnin' late, tell me to come on
Said rap my profession, but she think that it's a con
Get his wig split, think it's sweet, no salon
Our guns in Call of Duty, shot with this, you won't spawn
I'm in first place wit' a J, I'm the Juan
Sayin' you a rapper is like sayin' I'm LeBron
Hmm, but then again, I'm the one that's chosen
I can't touch hearts, lil bitch, leave yo' heart frozen
Ballin' in these Kobe Compton kicks, shout out to DeRozan
She like, why you act like a child? Bitch, 'cause I'm golden
Caught me red-handed, want explaining, nah I'm green
Correct the pronouns, I'm not him, oh, that's heem
She caught the dickitis, got her wet in her dreams
Lights, camera, action, I'm that nigga on the scene
Walkin' in Dior, feel like walkin' on water in these
Shut the f*ck up and just suck it, why you gotta tease?
Talkin' back, well, talk to this dick, I don't want the teeth
She barely reached the balls, now she sayin' she can't even breathe
Ask how her day was while I hit it doggy
Smokin' to the brain, so my mind a little foggy
I drip everyday, dawg, that's why my clothes soggy
Won't dare to challenge us, plus you look a little dodgy
I'm always in my bag, feelin' like a money mascot
Slap it, she say ow, I just gave yo' hoe an ass shot
I'ma put my hundred dollar bill in her cash slot
How yo' shit don't stank, but you do a lot of trash talk
Half-life in this wood, you can't even beat the odds
If it's up and it's stuck in the air, where's the pods?
I'm givin' out bars and the waves just like a rod
Well split this angle bracket, think you greater than a god
Caught me red-handed, want explaining, nah I'm green
Correct the pronouns, I'm not him, oh, that's heem
She caught the dickitis, got her wet in her dreams
Lights, camera, action, I'm that nigga on the scene
My mind on some shit like Trover saves the universe
1 Take Chris the whole beat, universe
I'ma Red Wing a hoe, but I'ma toot it first
I be rejecting on an opp, you a jerk
Hit off the blunt, heard the PS2 startup sound
She call me daddy for the moment, 'cause that nigga not around
I don't give a f*ck if it's shake, that is not a pound
I had a lot of shit on my mind, but it's droppin' now
I talk in metaphors,
Can't take the whole dick, need a better whore
We up a letter score
Yo addy marks the spot, I'm a treasure boy
Collecting hoes like my action figures, I had hella toys
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You don't praise God enough, so I'm snatching off yo' Jesus chain
On they necks like Undertaker, bro hotheaded like Kane
Had to fake nut a dumb bitch like I thought I came
What designer do I got on? Guess the name game
Do you need some glasses? It's not Vuttin, it's Vuitton
Run the racks up, pass my niggas the baton
Her ass like we runnin' late, tell me to come on
Said rap my profession, but she think that it's a con
Get his wig split, think it's sweet, no salon
Our guns in Call of Duty, shot with this, you won't spawn
I'm in first place wit' a J, I'm the Juan
Sayin' you a rapper is like sayin' I'm LeBron
Hmm, but then again, I'm the one that's chosen
I can't touch hearts, lil bitch, leave yo' heart frozen
Ballin' in these Kobe Compton kicks, shout out to DeRozan
She like, why you act like a child? Bitch, 'cause I'm golden
Caught me red-handed, want explaining, nah I'm green
Correct the pronouns, I'm not him, oh, that's heem
She caught the dickitis, got her wet in her dreams
Lights, camera, action, I'm that nigga on the scene
Walkin' in Dior, feel like walkin' on water in these
Shut the f*ck up and just suck it, why you gotta tease?
Talkin' back, well, talk to this dick, I don't want the teeth
She barely reached the balls, now she sayin' she can't even breathe
Ask how her day was while I hit it doggy
Smokin' to the brain, so my mind a little foggy
I drip everyday, dawg, that's why my clothes soggy
Won't dare to challenge us, plus you look a little dodgy
I'm always in my bag, feelin' like a money mascot
Slap it, she say ow, I just gave yo' hoe an ass shot
I'ma put my hundred dollar bill in her cash slot
How yo' shit don't stank, but you do a lot of trash talk
Half-life in this wood, you can't even beat the odds
If it's up and it's stuck in the air, where's the pods?
I'm givin' out bars and the waves just like a rod
Well split this angle bracket, think you greater than a god
Caught me red-handed, want explaining, nah I'm green
Correct the pronouns, I'm not him, oh, that's heem
She caught the dickitis, got her wet in her dreams
Lights, camera, action, I'm that nigga on the scene
My mind on some shit like Trover saves the universe
1 Take Chris the whole beat, universe
I'ma Red Wing a hoe, but I'ma toot it first
I be rejecting on an opp, you a jerk
Hit off the blunt, heard the PS2 startup sound
She call me daddy for the moment, 'cause that nigga not around
I don't give a f*ck if it's shake, that is not a pound
I had a lot of shit on my mind, but it's droppin' now
I talk in metaphors,
Can't take the whole dick, need a better whore
We up a letter score
Yo addy marks the spot, I'm a treasure boy
Collecting hoes like my action figures, I had hella toys
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Writer: Christopher Oard
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Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Christopher Oard
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