Kris Kasanova - Gold Chains & Pagers lyrics

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Kris Kasanova - Gold Chains & Pagers lyrics

[INTRO] Jack not too long after you left Junebug started hangin' out with a bad crowd I mean he even started selling d**, Jack And then things really got bad when he Well, what? Sho come on He started wearing gold chains, Jack Oh God no! It started out with just one or two And it seemed like every time he'd get some money He'd go and buy more chains But he was wearin' hundreds of 'em, Jack, hundreds Not gold [VERSE 1: Kris Kasanova] I'm a motherf**ing animal Hannibal, sinking my teeth, I'm off the leash You little n***as can't walk where I reach f** that, you can't talk when I speak What's beef? You want to battle with that babble in my shadow I'mma make you my Bleek And I ain't saying I'm Hov, but I'm the closest Throwing dirt and brushing it off the shoulders Homeskool, better watch how you approach us Circle 'round the body; when it's dead, we some vultures 20/20 my nig, you know I'm focused Twenty honeys, I guarantee that they know Kris For different reasons I'm not a rapper I'm God's gift, go ahead and ask your pastor Type of n***a your girl namin' your son after Run the city even though a n***a got asthma f** weezin', I'm colder than the fourth season Livin' life like the weekend, I'm eatin' Got my weight up with a chick from Jamaica Who got a fat a** and A cups, they hate us About my paper, bring it back to the hustler Gold chains and pagers You minor, I'm major Do me a favor, don't do me no favors [VERSE 2: Prince Samo] Car came to mash up the ma**es Flick blunt ashes, slap fat a**es They said n***as'll crucify me for this one Cause God sent his son to get his gun And that's what Samuel 3:16 says Ask demons 'bout this Queens head, say he's dread Bumbaclot, but my hair ain't lock yet I ain't take the c**aine out my sock yet n***as acting like they know what pain is If they don't s** your balls, you don't know what brain is You never wear [?] you don't know insane is You never wear gla** you don't know what a train is And I'm just too nasty Voice too raspy, hair too nappy And that's the sound of the men Bangin' that thing, that thing What happened? Straight gun clappin' Make bullets shower like raindrops cappin' On your windowsill n***a, the drama outside my window's real And I'm still on that same old sh** New day, new gun, plus the same old clip Put your guns to the sky And bust two shots cause the God is alive [VERSE 4: Jeff Don] Knock knock, who? Jeff Don the go-getter Top-notch, don't sleep you know better Stay calm, I blaze on it's no pressure Napalm or a-bomb your whole sector Yes sir Never been a nooby in the streets Man I'm hungry, I'm headin' to the studio to eat And they say I'm on my grind, it's a tale as old as time And this song is old as rhyme, it's a beauty, I'm a beast You're lookin' like food and it's a feast Means your crew is gettin' washed and your girl is gettin' bleached I'm doin' this for keeps, we workin' World's Fair, new New York, the resurgence Your girl's here, she don't talk cause she t**n' The mission was missionary then I reverse 'em Liquor in my system, see me swervin' The rest high, stuck on that [?] like sea urchins The rest gon' be stuck in they seats when we serve 'em A cycle always spins, I provide the detergent Take it how you want it, however connotation At the mile point, that's the end of conversation So keep quiet young blood You ain't really 'bout to [?], your wire's unplugged I'm here for pure love, away from pure hate Is welcome to the art show, Jeff Don the curate [VERSE 5: Remy Banks] Legendary like these [?] I'm wearin' Creatin' a own buzz since other people ain't carin' 'Bout us young n***as k**in' it Makin' power moves to awaken those who's sleepin' World's Fair creepin' in the game like night creatures No horrendous features Women love us to d**h like we some handsome grim reepers They love the smooth demeanor Like I'm a drug dealer from '88 drivin' the black Benz two-seater Kris said, "Rem, I need you for this feature" Got in my zone, reefer cologne on my t-shirt Burned every page like the pen contain ether Came in with a verse for the listeners to eat up Royalty runnin' through my veins like I'm King Tut Colosseum gold in the ears of my main s*ut Now people everywhere, I never had to chain tuck So I'mma keep talkin' my sh** until my time's up

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