CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Chris Fell Off

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Chris fell off (ahh) , n***a stop it
f**k about no views long as money in my pocket (b*t*h)
Got a pocket rocket for n***as who watchin’ (on God)
Flooded my new b*t*h, matchin’ Rollies, I just copped it (yeah yeah)
Cheated on my b*t*h and broke her heart (ok)
Do I regret it?
Hell nah, I ain’t got a heart
From the bottom of my heart, n***a f**k how you feel about me
(Facts)
Main n***as hatin’ be them n***as rockin’ Abercrombie
(On God)

f**k I look like chasing you and I’m the one with the bag (b*t*h)
See why n***as mad cause I been in my bag
b*t*hes talkin’ ‘bout “ugly where?”
b*t*h right there (ah)
Lace front stale, b*t*h you need some new hair
And I only fear God
Quick to lose a b*t*h like a AirPod
b*t*hes come around me actin’ faithful
I ain’t buying that (nah)
She tryna run off, I dumped the d**k where her spine at (ha)
And yeah I’m a cheater, but I can’t cheat myself (facts)
I’d be stupid to love a b*t*h and I don’t love myself (oh sh*t)
Single life boring but it’s peaceful as f**k (on god)
I ain’t gotta deal with you after I bust a nut
When I die everybody gone swear they my dog
But who f**k with me right now? (b*t*h)
Yeah, b*t*h who f**k with me right now? (Huh?)
See you doing challenges, come beatbox on this d**k (b*t*h)
b*t*h I’m from Detroit where we hit jugs and we hit licks (yea)
Grown n***as mad cause we turned up and we got rich (b*t*h)
But you could do it too, just put your mind to this sh*t
(That’s all you gotta do n***a, don’t hate on me)
n***as don’t like me, I gotta deal with it
b*t*h you bet not talk to nobody
Don’t give a f**k if I got six b*t*hes (ahh haha)
And I’m not just anybody b*t*h I keep a nine (you know I do)
Put you on my Only Fans b*t*h it’s demon time
b*t*h we too young to settle down (yea)
So you know this d**k gone get around (get around, get around)
Say I wouldn’t make it now all my carts push the start
f**k all them n***as who be talking out they jaw (b*t*h)
Cause n***as ain’t tough they just act hard
Took a n***a b*t*h
I’ll have her running from this d**k like she a track star
Chris fell off, n***a stop it (yea, n***a stop it)
f**k about no views long as money in my pocket (b*t*h I’m good)
Got a pocket rocket for n***as who watchin’ (I do)
Flooded my new b*t*h, matchin’ Rollies, I just copped it
(I just copped it)
Cheated on my b*t*h and broke her heart (hey hey hey hey)
Do I regret it? (Huh huh hey hey)
Hell nah, I ain’t got a heart
From the bottom of my heart, n***a f**k how you feel about me
Main n***as hatin’ be the ones rockin’ Abercrombie
(Abercrombie)

Woah, and if it’s up then it’s stuck
Hey hey and if it’s up then it’s stuck
Aye