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Crack Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
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2 G's up The Unit. Nigga Aye. Fuck what you heard Grab a cup, hit the curb I'm a captain, I'll get you cut with a word Word to everything I ever cared about You be higher in the air than the window I'm starin out No OG, but I'm older than my time so The carmen block shots like Alonzo I can spot BS through a blind fold I hear em talkin, bet I put em in line tho Me and the money, what a hell of a combo The condo, is one of the locations the dimes go I push sports cars, so I don't drive slow My jewelry pop out, we call that piro Roll up the windows or get rolled over I'm so cold I gotta holster, chip and a cold shoulder They say New Yorks rap in jeopardy But you consider New York and Jack the recipe Why is everybody so deceptive to the fake shit? Who made it ok to swagger jack that way? I'm hounded by the cops, so I move like I'm being watched Don't get it twisted, that's the Mc'n stops Nigga see if I care, I'm in a BM drop Heat a cop, this a hit, 9 millimeter hot I jack your bitch nigga, you won't be happy then Make her nasty than Kim Kardashian She like em flashy and I'm twin car cashin em These niggas can't be 4real, I laugh at em I'm not just slick talk, I add passion in Full speed ahead now, can't afford to crash again These niggas way more feminine than masculine Lay em all down let the paramedics spachul em Don't stop talkin to til you pick em out his coupe Hit at his feet, make em do the Chicken Noodle Soup. Nigga |
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