Lyrics Chris Young

Chris Young

Devil In A New Dress

A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie

Rest in peace to you faggots 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

Bitch 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 bitches 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, fags

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 bitches 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 shit, 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.