I go by tha name of Chris a.k.a The Statement a.k.a S2N a.k.a Mr. Get Ya Moneys Worth, if u jus dont know lol. I jus be ballin, I got big shyt craccen and paper Im staccen so cum fucc wit me. And you may see dis nicca and think damn he full of himself, but I just wanna let you know, Im not cocky, Im confident, and Im not arrogant, Im accurate. So keep dat in mind while I tell you a lil bit more........ A-yo I only fuck bitches that's flexible. Ankle touch neck. Sex incre-dible. When Drag about to spark cats. Ain't no bargin wit that. When my gun spit it say ";Where The Target At?"; Cuz I'm fire so I speaks wit heat. So let me walk that walk. Cuz like a teacher I'ma talk wit chalk. That'll outline y'all like a fresh pair of Nikes. Stay wit those. Even if I'm bare toed you see the stripe. I leave blood stains on sponges. Cum stains on comforters. I leave rooms foggy. 'Til where y'all can't find me. Keep a bad mami. Twisting up the green scent. Like tangerine. Face out of a magazine Like ebony. On the block I pump the ivory. Never pay for show. I only fuck wit those that never ate before. That means no food, no cars and just skip bail. The only thing on they plate is no more than fish scale. The blow you only know about is the air outside. I have nightmares before I sleep I pray y'all fry. For a pie I lay out guys. Cuz what I keeps layin' on my dresser. Keeps layin' niggas on top of stretchers. Lightweight but I give off pressure in all measures. Never chase treasures. Flame niggas for pleasure. Wear your vest. Bullets go thru tef. Got better, S2N. 2 letter NICCA...
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