Moshin - Kris Chen

Yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah! Niggas Bitches Niggas bitches Fuck a nigga up so bad, he gonna need some stitches Got the mosh pit going crazy, everybody bitching Doing the white girls on the counter in the kitchen I better stop that shit before I get an addiction Called up Mr. Telephone Man 'Cause something's wrong with my line, New Edition Pulling up with my side bitch She ain't nothing but a new addition Dropped out of college because I couldn't pay that tuition Making that money and fucking these bitches has been my only mission This is your only warning to not make me mad 'Cause I'll put your ass right out of commission Fucking that bitch so good I got her going into submission Uh, uh, Yeah! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (ye-e-ah!) Lil nigga walking right up in the cut My last three bitches, they ain't even pardon me for real Now I got all these niggas tryna pull up on me And hit it out like what's they deal? And I told them They just wanna hit it out because I'm the real deal And you know a lil nigga gone show them how to do the real spill Lil baby just popped herself a molly Got me asking her how she feel Lil baby pussy wet as hell I don't even need no gills tryna swim in it I don't even know, baby It's a V12, so you know that Imma whip it Off a perc Got me feeling stupid Made me wanna get more high So now I'm hitting that whippet Bad bitch told me to follow her to the room So you know that Imma kill it, yeah Niggas Bitches Niggas bitches Fuck a nigga up so bad, he gonna need some stitches Got the mosh pit going crazy, everybody bitching Doing the white girls on the counter in the kitchen I better stop that shit before I get an addiction Momma, I'm so sorry I just threw myself a party Me and these bitches popping Molly Bitch so bad, I call her "Dolly" I'm not talking no Christmas But my lean is filled with jolly I will never ever quit them drugs Because I been fighting against that melancholy, yeah Uh, uh, Aye! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah! (Ye-e-ah!!) Tell me one thing How much money can you really hold? You been getting desperate Paying for your friends like it's Xbox Gold All your niggas, they done dropped you Tell me how you sold Saying you don't talk to 12 But bitch, you went and told Saying that you about it Lil boy, you ain't about shit If I really wanted, I could really call a hit Said you gone kill me, go on ahead and do it But you better not let me shoot first 'Cause I'll leave you leaking like a faucet I got one line and you better not cross it I don't got no mind because I lost it Niggas been tweaking Niggas been bitches Never gave a fuck because now my blunt lit And that goes to show Niggas really is bitches Said he gone kill me, go on ahead and come do it, nigga, I'm waiting Bitch!

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