Shawn Chrystopher - The Credits lyrics

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Shawn Chrystopher - The Credits lyrics

[Intro] [Shawn Chrys] I got all these hoes stepping like they Deltas My fine flow is first cla**, n***a, Delta My wine ho is 40 plus, n***a, Stella My Latin ho be causing dramas like Novellas But I be in that Tony Stark sh** Audi when I park sh** I can smell your breath from here It's obvious you talk sh** Hi, I'm not the best this year Ya'll be talking dog sh** And every time I spit a cla**ic verse they be like, "Aww sh**" n***as asking me for beats Homie I don't give a f** All my f**ing beats for me Ya'll ain't even trill enough Numbers never lie to a n***a, but people do often And that's why you'll never see a number in a coffin So rest in peaces All you f**ing Christinas My b**hes be doing lines then jetting like Mr. Revis She giving me bu*t and head so ain't no way that I'm Beavis I smoke more than I say, so ain't no way that I'm Jesus Vegetarians, ain't no way that you can meet us Unless you b**hes Hungarian, ain't no way you can greet us now I'm getting paid b**h, and I ain't sharing any I'm rolling up in my Benz like Wheelchair Jimmy We poppin' bottles to ourselves Ya'll be sharing Remy I only eat a couple women, but prepare plenty Some raw, some well done My b**h look like Oprah but still be having that Gayle fun Now adjusting to the fame fast Hope it don't take away best friend like I'm Dame Dash I be moving train fast, looking like a f**ing BART Every time I hit the club I'm dunking like a f**ing Spur Ya'll be on that bullsh**, rapping about that tool sh** All white GT M6 I call that b**h my cool whip I was always laughed at Never was I laughed with So on Grammy night I will be sitting with a bad b**h OMG a bad b**h, yeah LMFAO STFU IDGAF boy if you didn't know All my n***as ride with me, looking like a carpool Baby you can lap it with my n***a if the car full, ha See I'm a trainer, your boyfriend's a trainee ? Centinela, fighting streets like I'm Zangief I don't give a f** what ya'll be on Cause I'm the f**ing Dream Olajuwon So why you acting so silly Since I'm the dream then please have My baby Christina Mili My chain is looking so chilly Outdated like Mrs. Willy By Willy I mean that rapper turned actor who's worth a billi When Usher was f**ing chilly I made my first trip to Philly Then sprinted to New York City in hopes of signing a dealy My n***a Harlem Cash, his manager's name was Vinny Vinny was talking sh**, but now Vinny he work at Denny's So, uh, f** you b**h So much money for one n***a, I'm too rich So many b**hes I be wishing I had two dicks Instead I'm blessed with one that's longer than a pool stick I'm in that cleaned up Range, on them G'ed up thangs We at the leagues while you saving up for P.F. Changs Girl, hop up in this truck You know what's up You remind me of my ex so I'm hoping to f** And then baby we could have a baby on some ? My offspring see more green than golf swings We in the back of the limo trying to consumate She ain't giving up sh**, I guess she constipated Uh, bet you ain't know that I was this cold You n***as dick ride, I get my dick rode Uh, now, now watch how I shine As I present to you Silent Films for the Blind, motherf**er [Outro]