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chris crack – run my fade كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: chris crack]
do a hundred with a runny nose
i ain’t f-cking with the funny face
i’m still juking off the motorola, getting zooted
people still ride with they shooters
i do do do do my own shooting
i’m not into losing and i don’t be cruising around
looking for hoes, i be getting this money, i do this
busting not knowing who to trust and i don’t wanna die alone
get me something, n-gg- ones with the crust
and all this twerking is a must, knocking d-cks in the dust
let me poet, fourth quarter i’m jordan, i don’t think they heard me
fourth quarter i’m jordan, push it b-tch, i was up in sam goodie
for the music, whipping up the pudding with the huxtables
dozens of the burners in the closet, they ain’t finna stop me
sh-t i just p-ssed through the lobby, i just do this for a hobby
smoking strong like your body build
i ain’t even into exes but i’m popping pills
i’m finna k!ll ‘em like i got a deal
me and cutta been doing this a lot of years
if you get knocked by the people don’t call it crill
i pull up to your house where your daughter live b-tch

[verse 2: nate barksdale]
i still ride through the city with my seat back
something thick to my ride
b-tch it’s no deal if you’re trying to defeat that
you can meet me outside
never let ‘em know what you running
b-tch better know how i’m coming
all i ever wanted was some money, go ill on my stomach
check twenty-two with the m-ffin, ’cause i want it all
b-tch it’s no deal, have me standing way in front of y’all
i k!lled the compet-tion, didn’t draw my gun at all
aw skeet skeet, now these pretty b-tches wanna crawl
took her to this [?] now i’m ‘bout to make her feel it all
bad shawty looked like janet, shawty got me acting up mannish
but it still smooth like spanish, and i think she speak a different language

[verse 3: chris crack]
and we shaking this b-tch
and we dropping this music
til they know my name
until they know my name
you best know my game
i’m talking they flame

[verse 4: nate barksdale]
packing up my suitcase, boots laced
‘bout to leave these two-faced f-cks in the dirt
‘bout to hit ‘em where i know it hurts
blood stains on my shirt, pulling off on the plug
with the work, yeah

[verse 5: nate barksdale]
you’re all talk but you’re not about that action
what i make, you only make a fraction
sh-t you know about, got it with a p-ssion
sh-t you know about, gotta make it happen

[verse 6: chris crack
keep my name out your mouth or it’s static
shoelace on the tec, automatic
keep a hipster girl, i want a bad b-tch
spit fire on them tracks, [?]
now she keep sending me then sad pics
i don’t plan on ever getting married
from chicago so you know i was a savage
bg joints n-gg-, i ain’t finna p-ss it
i ain’t finna p-ss it

- chris crack

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