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YOUNG CHRIS : Devil In A New Dress lyrics

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YOUNG CHRIS lyrics : "Devil In A New Dress"

A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you [email protected]$)gots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers that try to bomb me

Ya got a problem, bring Rico, he came to find me
We don't f-ck with Tommy's, only the ones for the hommies
Got the whole hood on sour diesel and (?), now it's hard to find me

At Puerto Rico with some mammies heatting bags, reminiscing the L.A. and the Bonnie,
Take it back they gave my n-gger life without parole, he didn't stay
I can't spend night without the hoes

F-ckers, what the f-ck are we discussing?
Beat them till they puss, you p-ssy tell us repercussion
Hollows to the vest's, thick tips through fleshes

Life shorter than websters, hot heads I wet you
Young heffers, f-ckers had a line making chedder
While ya'll was out f-cking with double ups, Mason Betha

It's the latest Hefner
Purple label keep me fresher, way better texture
(*##$ out of line, you better check her, boy don't let me catch ya

She aint been around this thorough sh-t, cause you ain't gotta question
no guessing who's giving your girl dick
Earl Shank, OG, rode around the World with

media circle f-ck all you (*##$es on that girl sh-t
While n-ggers look mad and my pac bag


N-ggers better keep up with that block tag
Rest in peace to the young n-ggers that got tagged
Shout to all the mammas that's lost cause we ain't got dads, [email protected]$)s

Get off that Beanie Sigel Jay beef, mobile vans out n-gger, this operation safe street
Flawless stones up in the sentence division rapping
Biggest weapons, smallest pistol 357's send them pricks to heaven

Raise hell all you (*##$es Nobel,
F-ck it, we go to jail, pay the visit, this is how we live it
Buy the clothes, we by the code, leave them bodies cold

No discrimination, body hoes, everybody knows
We play that big body rose, black trucks when we lift the mags up
Adios, can't deny the flows

It been a minute with this rhyming,
I knew this sh-t'll happen, but this rapping sh-t is timing
I'm on my Philly %#@!, back up the chart you see me climbing

That boy division one, but n-ggers still throw up the Diamonds

Shout out Jay Cole, Whattup Hov?

Bleek, Rico, division one n-ggas
Yeah, wattup n-gger?
Hollywood I see, Dame ya talking sh-t n-gger, talking sh-t boy.

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