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fatboybiggz - whats krakin lyrics
[hook]
b3 raise the murder rate
i got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
bad b_tch she gone f_ck and give me face, i won’t pay for her lace
the jakey’s got behind me i ain’t stop i took ’em on a race
i think n_ggas mad i took they bae they waitin’ for that day
to catch lil biggie lackin’ like what’s krakkin then they blast away
my piru cousin yellin’out “what’s brakkin” b_tch don’t come this way
i gotta f_ck but i will not take her on dates, and i gotta gun b_tch you better get out my face
[verse 1]
i’m in swervoland like i’m the man come check mе ’bout that sh_t
she suck my d_ck and i guess that he mad hе steppin’ bout that b_tch
posted up we used to hit them l!cks was steppin’ as a jhit
i heard these n_ggas talkin’ on my gang we pop out spin the bin
oh he not dead? well we gone spin again, pop out, shoot at him
we shoot at legs, or we gone shoot at ribs, we go limb for limb
b3 mackaveli b_tch i’m ballin’ i go above the rim
this for my n_gga’s trappin’ out the bando, serving grams for 10
[hook]
b3 raise the murder rate
i got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
bad b_tch she gone f_ck and give me face, i won’t pay for her lace
the jakey’s got behind me i ain’t stop i took ’em on a race
i think n_ggas mad i took they bae they waitin’ for that day
to catch lil biggie lackin’ like what’s krakkin then they blast away
my piru cousin yellin’out “what’s brakkin” b_tch don’t come this way
i gotta f_ck but i will not take her on dates, and i gotta gun b_tch you better get out my face
[verse 2]
these b_tches lame as f_ck so why the f_ck they claiming us
ttb b_tch i’m trained to bust
smoking on gas this ain’t angel dust
smoking a backwood full of the runtz
these n_ggas they know what’s up, they don’t want no smoke with us
i really don’t give a f_ck ’bout you and yo crew çuz i will turn y’all into dust
this b_tch say she wanna f_ck until i put this d_ck in her and it’s touching her gut
i really don’t know the hoe so she gotta go once young n_gga catch his nut
he say he a stepper, that n_gga a b_tch, he not really gangster that boy not on sh_t
cova told me i need to switch my flow up, so when the hook come back i’m singing this sh_t
[hook]
b3 raise the murder rate
i got your kids driving stolen cars on top the interstate
bad b_tch she gone f_ck and give me face, i won’t pay for her lace
the jakey’s got behind me i ain’t stop i took ’em on a race
i think n_ggas mad i took they bae they waitin’ for that day
to catch lil biggie lackin’ like what’s krakkin then they blast away
my piru cousin yellin’out “what’s brakkin” b_tch don’t come this way
i gotta f_ck but i will not take her on dates, and i gotta gun b_tch you better get out my face
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