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CHRIST DILLINGER – A Reflection Lyrics

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ARTIST: CHRIST DILLINGER
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CHRIST DILLINGER A Reflection Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I just spend twenty on that check, thousand on some shrooms
I’m smokin’ on greesh right now while I’m in the stu’
I done fucked every bitch you wanted to
They don’t fuck with you ’cause I don’t fuck with you
I just spend twenty on that check, thousand on my shoes
Smokin’ on greesh right now while I’m in the stu’
I done fucked every bitch you wanted to
They don’t fuck with you ’cause I don’t fuck with you

[Verse]
I just spent twenty on a Ray and then some chains (And some chains)
I’m rockin’ with Chanel, fuck Johnny Dang
When I step in the trap, you know I do my thing
Pull up in a SRT, I ain’t one of them
I feel like Ice Cube when they shot Ricky
I feel likе J. Cole when he fought Diddy
I was sеventeen when my cousin got shot
Rylo watched the ave, shot him right on the block
I was fifteen when my grandma died
I was fifteen years old, I couldn’t even cry
When my grandma died she was fifty years old (Oh, shit)
When my uncle died he was fifty years old (Oh, shit)
When my auntie died she was fifty years old (Oh, shit)
When my great-grandma died she was fifty-one (Facts)
Don’t run up on me, nigga, I’m not the one
These Balenciaga’s, not Air Jordan 1’s (Nah)
When we shootin’ a video, these real guns
I’ma say they props, but they real guns
This a real clip, and a real drum
Backwood look like O’Neal thumb
Backwood look like O’Neal’s son
That bitch make you look real dumb
No Converse, these Prada shoes
I called my mom, she said, “I’m proud of you”
I feel like Uncle Ben how I’m beatin’ the pot
And I’m high as a bitch ’cause I’m sippin’ straight drop
I remember the days I was up in stock
Now she suckin’ my dick ’til I tell her to stop
I just bought a new watch, nigga, look at the rocks
Bought a Burberry suit and gave it to my pops
I just bought a few [?], put that shit in the pot
If a nigga run up on us he gon’ get popped
I got so many guns that they think I’m a cop
If a nigga run up we shoot him like a cop
I don’t fuck with these niggas like I was a cop
These niggas kill niggas but won’t kill cops
I don’t know none of you niggas, I don’t got no opps
I’m on a fuckin’ jet and my ears just popped
When I get off the jet I’ma do a show
Sixteen gold teeth in my mouth and they show
Sixteen gold teeth in my mouth and they glow
Your bitch look like LeBron, her hair won’t grow
If I get drunk enough I might still fuck that hoe
This real Rick Owens, your shit is faux

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