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Letra : Crack Head
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
Hey
Fiend lives matter, I need a crackhead
Finna bust my b*t*h pu**y open like a blackhead
Dude wanna fight, I hit his neck with a flathead
Tell promotors that I need it now, f**k a backend
I'm upfront with it
N***a said he want some smoke, got his lungs injured
Lethal weapon, .308 got a drum in it
I be dancin' in the pu**y, havin' fun in it
Fat n***a with the moves, watch me hit road
Gold spokes on a Chevy, this a six-four
You gotta see me in this b*t*h, it came fishbowl
The plug pulled up with some Act' and got his rent poured
This the end zone
Touch down with that sh*t, we gon' makе a ticket
Gucci apron on in the kitchen likе I'm makin' biscuits
One shot, man, my aim terrific
My city f**ked up, but I'ma aim to fix it
Two-hundred-dollar steak, b*t*h, my plate exquisite
You like your sh*t well done, well, I ate it different
The way I rap got labels trippin'
You gotta put your people on, n***a, make a difference
I play roles, but I hate commitment
Sh*t, your breath stink like you ate some chitterlings
My head f**ked up, need to take some Ritalin
B*t*h, I live at the bank, you just made a visit
You ain't wanna buy the weed, but still smell it, you an eighthy sniffer
Boy, you always watchin' kids, you a babysitter
No, that ain't my granny daughter, that's my auntie sister
Damn, on her other side
I just hit a bad b*t*h on the other side
And I hit her big sister on her cousin side
How your baby come out with your cousin eyes?
You ain't finna get no pu**y, you just rub the thighs
I don't eat at McDonalds, I just love the fries
Old-school got some big-a** jeans on, he just love the size
I hit your great-auntie, that's your granny sister
B*t*h wanna cook my lunch, her— ah
B*t*h wanna cook me lunch, told her make me dinner
Y'all don't even look alike like y'all can't be sisters
I was mixin' Wock' with the Tris, f**k around and— damn
Spilled all my drank
Your card keep sayin' declined, you gotta call your bank
This might be the most important moment of your life, we gotta call your faith
N***a keep goin' broke, you spent all your pape'
Damn (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Yeah
Alright
Alright
Alright
Hey
Fiend lives matter, I need a crackhead
Finna bust my b*t*h pu**y open like a blackhead
Dude wanna fight, I hit his neck with a flathead
Tell promotors that I need it now, f**k a backend
I'm upfront with it
N***a said he want some smoke, got his lungs injured
Lethal weapon, .308 got a drum in it
I be dancin' in the pu**y, havin' fun in it
Fat n***a with the moves, watch me hit road
Gold spokes on a Chevy, this a six-four
You gotta see me in this b*t*h, it came fishbowl
The plug pulled up with some Act' and got his rent poured
This the end zone
Touch down with that sh*t, we gon' makе a ticket
Gucci apron on in the kitchen likе I'm makin' biscuits
One shot, man, my aim terrific
My city f**ked up, but I'ma aim to fix it
Two-hundred-dollar steak, b*t*h, my plate exquisite
You like your sh*t well done, well, I ate it different
The way I rap got labels trippin'
You gotta put your people on, n***a, make a difference
I play roles, but I hate commitment
Sh*t, your breath stink like you ate some chitterlings
My head f**ked up, need to take some Ritalin
B*t*h, I live at the bank, you just made a visit
You ain't wanna buy the weed, but still smell it, you an eighthy sniffer
Boy, you always watchin' kids, you a babysitter
No, that ain't my granny daughter, that's my auntie sister
Damn, on her other side
I just hit a bad b*t*h on the other side
And I hit her big sister on her cousin side
How your baby come out with your cousin eyes?
You ain't finna get no pu**y, you just rub the thighs
I don't eat at McDonalds, I just love the fries
Old-school got some big-a** jeans on, he just love the size
I hit your great-auntie, that's your granny sister
B*t*h wanna cook my lunch, her— ah
B*t*h wanna cook me lunch, told her make me dinner
Y'all don't even look alike like y'all can't be sisters
I was mixin' Wock' with the Tris, f**k around and— damn
Spilled all my drank
Your card keep sayin' declined, you gotta call your bank
This might be the most important moment of your life, we gotta call your faith
N***a keep goin' broke, you spent all your pape'
Damn (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
