CHRIST DILLINGER – Hall of Fame Lyrics
Artist: CHRIST DILLINGER
Song: Hall of Fame
I’m doing a show and they screaming my name, i want the money, f#ck the fame, im sayin these things that the rappers won’t say, me and these rappers we just not the same, iced out watch, no plain jane, f#ckin a b#tch and she screamin my name, im not jason statham, i can’t save the game, im not like you n#gg#s we just not the same, got the lou v on when i hop off the plane, gotta lou umbrella i walk in the rain, gotta beam on the glock so i dont gotta aim, got some lean in my cup no i don’t drink champagne, yuh im f#ckin that b#tch but im not gonna claim, shе gonna let me hit like a (?), i’m a wavy n#gg# hall of famе, i’m doin a show and they screaming my name, got the double c on when i hop off the plain, got the new yeezy b#tches, for me and my b#tch, she caught me cheatin so i bought her some sh#t, i just (?) in mercena, i’m takin a sh#t, you got triple s’s on they ugly as sh#t, thats you b#tch she said you never hit, if she a bad b#tch im the first one to hit, if a b#tch actin up im the first one to ditch, got a big #ss blunt between my lips, you rap bad, you should quit, wake up in the morning in lou pajamas, got lou v on while i smoke marijuana, i wear lou v while i listen to donda, gotta put rap on, i don’t like nirvana, lou v green or we brown like rihanna, i risked it be rocky or id date rihanna, if i had the chance i would go for rihanna, if i had the chance i would f#ck taylor swift, i f#ck a lot of hoes, cause they’ll give me a gift, you still smokin cigarettes you need to quit, i ain’t cuffing a hoe i don’t like to commit, got the shorts (?), but these shorts are rigged, darkies lighten the dope with the end of the wig, when she see my new video she double click
(lake kyle)
Wavy n#gg#, lou bag, rick owens, different class, double c kicks when i hop out the jag, all of these diamonds they are not glass, run up on us and we whoopin your ass, she suckin my dick and im nuttin real fast, im breakin the bank and it dont need a cast, coming first, not last, im the boss no promotion, wavy n#gg# like the ocean, (?) boys creep with the views, gucci socks with the gucci shoes, your drip outdated our drip is new, we runnin up daly, the hottest are blue, we takin that dope and that sh#t is real cool, chris’ in new york and his jacket is blue, im doin a show and they screaming my name, n#gg#s is broke got them to blame, iced out rollie, no its not plain, i’m f#ckin this b#tch and i dont know her name, all of these hoes we don’t got her on trains, gucci glasses gucci frames, gucci bags when we hop on the plane, i think im a zombie she giving me brain
(lil darkie)
I’m doin a show and they know what my name is, damn n#gg# i must be famous, smoke marijuana, it leavin me painless, damn n#gg# i wonder where my brain is, i’m in the louv we looking at paintings, we spend so much time looking at bank statements, i wanna thank my parents for my greatness, i’m not the type to make blank statements, i’m not the type to make fake arrangements, i’m not the type to entertain ladies, i’m not the type, im sayin what these rappers won’t say, they can’t say cause they mad fake, what a sad fate,uh, i walk in this b#tch like bill gates, im makin that money it feel great, i bought another house like this sh#t monopoly, oh i got money no one is stopping me, it feels nice buying a new property, it feels nice doing business properly, it feels nice having no one on top of me, it feels nice when she does it sloppily, it feels nice in the kind of position im in, never go hungry again, it feels nice at a hundred and ten percent, it feels nice never paying no rent, it feels nice x to z,uh all of you are less than me, i’m a wavy n#gg# hall of fame,uh spider gang the best to me
I’m doin a show and they screaming my name, i want the money, f#ck the fame, im sayin these things that the rappers won’t say, me and these rappers we just not the same, iced out watch, no plain jane, f#ckin a b#tch and she screamin my name, im not jason statham, i can’t save the game, im not like you n#gg#s we just not the same, got the lou v on when i hop off the plane, gotta lou umbrella i walk in the rain, gotta beam on the glock so i dont gotta aim, got some lean in my cup no i don’t drink champagne, yuh im f#ckin that b#tch but im not gonna claim, she gonna let me hit like a (?), i’m a wavy n#gg# hall of fame, i’m doin a show and they screaming my name
(crowd cheers)
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Hall of Fame [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021