
PROBLEMATIC Chris King (Ft. Xanman)
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[Chorus: Chris King]
As a child, I was problematic
3 point line, I'm automatic
If I see it, I gotta have it
Collect informative [?] pass it
To all of my [?]
Blasfamous, talking ungoddly
Had a big heart with some baggage
But I froze it, and broke it to VVS clairoty
Bairley missing a nigga while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
Hilarious, my [?] in your city, fucking up your area
Now your bitch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
I don't think I cannot not get enough
[Verse 1: Chris King]
Bitch I'm too fly, collect my [?] friequantly
[?] good head like leadership
Grab a 2 lieder, and pour me some lean in it
Bullits fly by, like you see that shit?
I go hard on a ho, and I'm known to concrete a bitch
[?] make me repeat again
Fresh to death till I die, but I kill you, we'll meet again
No competition, don't see any
[?] Glocks [?]
I once played the dealer, and cheated the house, 'cause I had to pull that nigga's card
It was Blackjack, it was 21 shots in a nigga car
Rocking new [?] in a new Wraith, had a young bitch seeing stars
[?]
[?] gotta [?] that
[?] gotta get the sail scratched
Turn the jail to a hell [?]
The bullit hit him so hard that I felt it
[?] pull up in a foreign [?]
I don't smoke crack, lil nigga, I sell it
Got the white girl [?]
As a child, I was problematic
3 point line, I'm automatic
If I see it, I gotta have it
Collect informative [?] pass it
To all of my [?]
Blasfamous, talking ungoddly
Had a big heart with some baggage
But I froze it, and broke it to VVS clairoty
Bairley missing a nigga while gripping this piece, wishing prosparity
Hilarious, my [?] in your city, fucking up your area
Now your bitch [?] wanna bury us
[?]
[?] smoke out the pound
I don't think I cannot not get enough
[Verse 1: Chris King]
Bitch I'm too fly, collect my [?] friequantly
[?] good head like leadership
Grab a 2 lieder, and pour me some lean in it
Bullits fly by, like you see that shit?
I go hard on a ho, and I'm known to concrete a bitch
[?] make me repeat again
Fresh to death till I die, but I kill you, we'll meet again
No competition, don't see any
[?] Glocks [?]
I once played the dealer, and cheated the house, 'cause I had to pull that nigga's card
It was Blackjack, it was 21 shots in a nigga car
Rocking new [?] in a new Wraith, had a young bitch seeing stars
[?]
[?] gotta [?] that
[?] gotta get the sail scratched
Turn the jail to a hell [?]
The bullit hit him so hard that I felt it
[?] pull up in a foreign [?]
I don't smoke crack, lil nigga, I sell it
Got the white girl [?]
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