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Chris Crack - Twerk In My Face Till I Get Pinkeye Lyrics




[ Featuring The Owl Vincent ]

See them bitches looking, they just finna sit and stare at us
Mac'n off attraction I'm never give my player up,
Alpine system with the rose petals on the floor
And I like these faucet fittings nigga do they come in gold
Ballin like the movie blow
Boston George plugged in with them people
I don't care how much it's costing yours
30 cities, 40 days that was an exhausting tour
I ain't into locking doors, pussy was aquatic form
You just f*ck alotta whores
Had them bitches doing chores
Running errands, you was living with your parents
You ain't got no bitches, nigga that's apparent
Killed the stage, hear em cheering
5G, no interference
We gon drop it anyway f*ck the clearance
Real selvedge denim, never rocked amiri
I don't never follow trends nigga they were shocked to hear me
Itty bitty with the titties, I ain't gotta call committee
100s I don't play with 50's
You cant see a nigga coming up, then you ain't watching really
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
Your bitch just dm'd me pool plans, cue the ja rule jams
These Chi town birds in love with my chips like i'm cool ranch
Pulled up with a bottle of clase azul and brew cans
In two minutes these two hands grabbing the two balloons in her pants
Ooo damn, she tryna make daddy happy like it's June for the bands
Rated mature so save that acting cute shit for middle school dance
Boob implants got my lil dude enhanced, drool on my vans,
One, two and her plans is true romance? You wanna move to France?
Chill, you tryna make love, i'm in love with pay stubs
This bitch tryna vacation and get her aches rubbed
Dates and hugs, me, my dream day is take drugs, die then wake up,
Straight to the pub, levels be 8 and above, some brains a plus
You're only spending the night for the morning after kill
Foodie bags be daffodils and morning after pills
That's why no matter how cool it was we only doin it once
Go grab your stupid junk boo the Uber's in front
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See them bitches looking, they just finna sit and stare at us
Mac'n off attraction I'm never give my player up,
Alpine system with the rose petals on the floor
And I like these faucet fittings nigga do they come in gold
Ballin like the movie blow
Boston George plugged in with them people
I don't care how much it's costing yours
30 cities, 40 days that was an exhausting tour
I ain't into locking doors, pussy was aquatic form
You just f*ck alotta whores
Had them bitches doing chores
Running errands, you was living with your parents
You ain't got no bitches, nigga that's apparent
Killed the stage, hear em cheering
5G, no interference
We gon drop it anyway f*ck the clearance
Real selvedge denim, never rocked amiri
I don't never follow trends nigga they were shocked to hear me
Itty bitty with the titties, I ain't gotta call committee
100s I don't play with 50's
You cant see a nigga coming up, then you ain't watching really
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
We gon keep drinking, keep on drinking till we pass out
Your bitch just dm'd me pool plans, cue the ja rule jams
These Chi town birds in love with my chips like i'm cool ranch
Pulled up with a bottle of clase azul and brew cans
In two minutes these two hands grabbing the two balloons in her pants
Ooo damn, she tryna make daddy happy like it's June for the bands
Rated mature so save that acting cute shit for middle school dance
Boob implants got my lil dude enhanced, drool on my vans,
One, two and her plans is true romance? You wanna move to France?
Chill, you tryna make love, i'm in love with pay stubs
This bitch tryna vacation and get her aches rubbed
Dates and hugs, me, my dream day is take drugs, die then wake up,
Straight to the pub, levels be 8 and above, some brains a plus
You're only spending the night for the morning after kill
Foodie bags be daffodils and morning after pills
That's why no matter how cool it was we only doin it once
Go grab your stupid junk boo the Uber's in front
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Writer: Christopher Harris
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