Sex Drugs & RockNRoll - Chris Young the Rapper Lyrics

They say
They say
They say
They say
They say

[Hook: Chris Young the Rapper]
They say the sun won't shine when you walking a lonely road
I see you all the time sunshine, can we go for a stroll
She said we can do a line sometime when you spit that cocaine flow
Sex Drugs and RockNRoll, Sex Drugs and RockNRoll
You know

[Verse 1: Chris Young the Rapper]
She speaks like a princess, dressed like a bomb
Holy Hollywood tattoos on her arm
Shake that body, take me on a date
They call me super young keep your hand on my cape, wait
Terrorist minds, American signs, designed to make mankind unwind
She reminds me of the very first time that I ever stroked a dime, god damn she's fine
I met this chick at the record store, Hollywood, she was so intellectual and edible
I break my tv and take a deep breath, and 26 veins popped out the alphabet
The hero in the heroine injects as the musician sleeps sweet from the kiss of death
Like "muah" and now we doing the solo so low so cold


[Verse 2: Chris Young the Rapper]
When the music stops that's when I sing my song
The light turned off when I turn her on
She puckers her lips saying kiss my chong
The glitters of the world decorate my arm
I'm a mad man in the booth, I'm the king of kong
She watches me smoke, she's the queen of bongs
She sews what she reaps, as she mopes in her sleep
Like baby Chris Young do you really love me? Do you think of me?
I got cash flow, in the fast lane, and I do know her last name
Lady luck Lucifer, the prostitute teacher
Shit gets deeper, she's the grim reaper
Hero of the drug in the rock of the road
So deep, the rock I can't reach
So low do ex, two techs, dos heat
And at the end I smack her butt back on the beat


[Verse 3: Chris Young the Rapper]
Gimme the loot, gimme the truth, dont tell no lie
Biggie Smalls and the flaws, ya'll ready to die?
She took the escalator right, the elevator up
Left me sleeping on the mic, they call her Lady Luck
Look look, she's sitting over there
Bobbin' slave songs to the kick and the snare
Bassin' all raps and the traps of the belly in the good
Hidden in the Robbin and the Hood
She's a Marilyn Monroe, Criterial John Doe
Critic my deepness, fuck your whack flow
Fuck your contracts and fuck your contacts
The promise that she made made her stereo come back
Promise on a page it's illustrious combat
Don't get record deals, get life to find facts
Find a little faith, meditate, we can elevate
Love the only thing she didn't demonstrate



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