.[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
Yeah bitch, your bitch was at the travel lodge, I promise
Iâm having rap spasms, took the Southern
Comfort out your momma liquor cabinet
And donât ask me, that shit still nasty
And howâd it shoot if itâs plastic
Caskets dropping, flopping .
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