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frxcio - crash. كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
if one good girl is worth a thousand (what)
then why my homies stress about a girl
with the body count same as policeman
big man? pig man
laid man? you ain’t getting laid
lay down and eat yo’ donuts
you gon’ be shootin’ at they brains
lanes, crips, when, who, what, where was the crime committed
committed in it like legs wrapped around yo’ back
backshots sound like fireworks
towards more dough to impress a chick, kanye boyardee yo’
i’m a little late
can i still graduate from the white trash committee of delegates
separatin’ my vision like sid
as a kid i wanted to be a floyd mayweather
not georgе, still curious though
till’ it got me popped
pops left at thе age of 3, alcoholic scumbag
put these nuts in your mag
old hag
fruity like a dot
x marks my glock
pointed at my cranium
can’t relate to jeff though
he got popped by the clints and them
discord kittens ain’t no normal citizens
just like y’all rappers, they get owned
pwned, l!ckin’ y’all’s info like g_y stalkas
they slip it in, like rick ross did
disgaustin, exhausted, after runnin’ like whipped horses
feeling great no need for h, tc
i don’t tc
i just blow that tree
till’ my mind empty
happiness swiftly blown away as the blunt decay
i tell myself i’ll be okay
oh, yeah, i will be okay
brain fried off the dopamine
dope, rope, choke, knife against my throat
till’ i fall on the floor
i can’t breathe no more
radiation in my heart, make it stop
ain’t stoppin’, i’m white harriet
stuck in the tub, p_ssin’ in my own pot
layin’ in my filth
i don’t scrub
no loofa touchin’ on my puma’s
yeezy better than nike, but doves slam bout as good as the soap
they can slam, but can’t get their booty out the rope
hire better people ye
i thought you were a man of quality, consistency
now you as consistent as those wack dc movies
makin’ moves
i move to my own groove
y’all maggots can get to movin’
if y’all steppin’ y’all get the weapon
y’all pressin’, but not rl
keyboard warriors makin’ tweets till’ they get show and telled
not told, more like rolled
i smoke em’ like what i roll
get tired of my stomach rolls
i get out there and show em’ that i got it
these critics gon’ get on top and ride it
but this ain’t no lowrider
i crash
bow!

- frxcio

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