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chris crack - 187 wordplay كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: chris crack]
still on my first page, never left my verb place, 187 wordplay
i got arrested on thursday but i’m back out
forty-two life stack house, just meet me at my trap house

[verse 1: chris crack]
this sh-t satire, talk down on the clique you get the black eyes
act like you foggy get jumped like lily pads
yeah n-gg- we know you whack
my b-tch cooked me some breakfast, had a friend with her
been lending the d-ck while i’m penning this
you n-gg-s is feminine, wearing jaggers
i beat her, she was lesbian
i ain’t telling ‘em nothing, this sh-t personal
and i’m wavy never wearing the wave cap
get your b-tch sn-tched, move your [?]
i flex thoughts, n-gg- where your jays at
i stayed back and get laid flat
they owe eight stacks but i will go into it
[?] to my paypal, i just dripping
still lending cash, peeling off these transactions
not a drug dealer, i keep a cold billy
while them n-gg-s all w-lly nilly

[verse 2: lloyd dot dot]
still on my first page, wrought into the third day
hit nirvana on some cobain, c-ssius clay [?]
crack tooth smile through the hallways
[?] with the one-hundred-thousand real quick
i’ve fallen asleep and still feel it
adrenaline kicked in and pick up for me
you felt timid, olympic level apparently
y’all embarr-ssing, chief and cherokees
[?] flower comparable to h2o
heard by ice and the oreos
connecting the dots like some dominoes
f-cking monopoly, i’m copping me a galapagos
island where i done held the finest pineapple [?]
supersonic shine cap, gary peyton
shred fried rice, acid bacon
i smoke in a pancake, last day for you has-beens
chris crack yo, what’s cracking

[verse 3: chris crack]
kick off riot, i’m dying, let’s start a mosh pit
at a rap show, put your hands in the air
even if you flat broke, i’m off jack
so please check out the jack tape
yes i got the flat razor, i’m in the bat cave
left a badger looking -ss b-tch in a sad stage
if you get whetted for fifty, you better steady precision
never had nipples, this sh-t ain’t never been funny
you not post on top, i’m losing my mind
and they tell me i should hold off
i’m still knocking on shirt bruh, come to think about it
yeah it hurts bruh, leave your b-tch around me d-gg-ng
i’mma flirt bruh and probably f-ck her
i can come up with worse stuff, but i’mma [?]
never cuffing me, the law enforcement to the other suckers
i put the cash in the duffle, and that’s on me on occasion
on some cool -ss asians, i got plug, just paged me
californication

[verse 4: mfn melo]
me and the flow stay adjacent, perfect pilot bas-m-nt
like the ones i made at granny house, d-mn
f-cking disease took my granny out
every since they dead i romance with them strands
go a little further for them bands like orlando jones
lions drumming and a n-gg- time shifting minds
plan kaboom, kablam, action figures in a jam
and i sock ‘em [?] proper with they sans
watch your mouth, shout out joe and saba
used to plot your couch in a lab where
the pad crib was not within my route
ladies man like i’m leon phelps
blowing on another level like some neon stilts
deon help intercept thoughts, that i’m a peon
[?] tell you dudes that i’m the doodle
quick draw like a doodle, take a n-gg- fire
be on wealth, never see me b-tch, i be on stealth
jot it all down just to ease my health
i’m still on my first page

[chorus: chris crack]
still on my first page, never left my verb place, 187 wordplay
i got arrested on thursday but i’m back out
forty-two life stack house, just meet me at my trap house

[verse 5: astonish]
i got the marijuana blazing, i’m sky high
why lie, my connect is better than wifi
top down, i’m a black hippy, only smoke weed
who would’ve though i had crack with me
i’m back like d. rose at the door
shooting through the peep hole
hate rappers with smart deals and big egos
hate n-gg-s who act like it’s all love
with fake daps and hugs, i tell ‘em
that they can keep those, i don’t want that
in the club probably leaning like my ball cap
b-tches say i’m all that, i don’t trust ‘em
i just wanna f-ck ‘em, n-gg-s don’t fight no more
they just untuck ‘em, better hope for good luck
when they buck ‘em and them crooked police
probably k!ll ‘em before they cuff ‘em
i wonder why we living life this way
man your life could be the price you pay
and what the hook say, n-gg-

[verse 6: chris crack]
‘cause i don’t know where to go with it
in the four-fifty doing one-fifty, and my buck-fifty
i hit ‘em up they don’t f-ck with me
so f-ck ‘em, i’m still working this double nights
ain’t you chris crack, and i don’t got no love for ‘em
[?] that’s the end of their tough sh-t
for me they bang muskets, justice
songs should tell you that i ain’t even with the f-ck sh-t
deuces, i don’t talk sh-t
back when it was what it was
and don’t ask how i feel
because [?] i’m serving these random customers
renegade razor blade to your dinner plate
i always liked skittles, f-ck a fiddle
‘cause i rock to the b-ss line, it’s all love
like face on, i’m getting place off
like put me in coach, and the body still dope jokes
ain’t for me on this one, i came cliqued up
they got us mixed up, look at the topic, just us

- chris crack

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