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plastic little - crambodia lyrics
gucci black banana boat, got bananarama blow
(yeah what that mean?) that means i got a lot of c-ke
patron with chicka pro, packofrats, he’s a pro
you was just a so and so, n-gg-, n-body know
just a local zero, n-body’s hero
no body’s child please knock this n-gg- out
rap n-gg-s we hit ’em like we kimbo
and they kinfolk, yo homey get so simple
crambodia romeo, it’s a rodeo
roll ’em up, these soco -ss, seven hundred club like
oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh, ali-ali-ali-free
plus we loving weed, can’t seem to get enough of thee
p little, we wear it well like el debarge
yo, homey, you call those crews a squad?
go home, go home, come back tomorrow when you got the dope hook-up, push it
n-gg-s ain’t fit it, no shame, the name sh-t it
it’s j-o-n rain on ’em, or it’s pimp, man, the same kid’s
sleeping in the club, i snuck in the back way
took a nap, all you m-th-f-ckas get the gas face
so grab the ashtray, i’m bout to celebrate
it’s sat-rday, and i’m not dead or celebate
on an elephant, holding my d-ck in quicksand
man, that crambodia, will grab a hold of you quick
and never let go, stomp your face like a death show
it’s a different world, dwayne wayne’s got the best blow
and dress clothes by espo on the best for
like flight 93, yo let’s roll, spank rock in the headphones
c-ke and wet, yo wet and c-ke
i’ll do it til i’m fifty and broke, for a 20 and smoke
it’s plenty dope, anybody wanna know about it
tell ’em ask bombadillo, he’ll show him about it
i’m the first lady up, acid wise and decks
like texas s-x, ya’ll m-th-f-ckas think rock can’t jive
and dress up fans, kick stands and fake tans
bubblegum a little tongue, i put a strap on for my man
i’m alright, nor can i block on fake nails and f-cking
how this b-tch get the remix, which electronic’s d-ck she sucking
one said don’t know nothing, always b-tching about something
laugh my -ss off to the bank, ya’ll can keep on fronting
thinking i don’t know my place, like yo this little girl’s bugging
said she save her old face for ghostface, his loving
i’m that chicken, i’m the sh-t, i’m getting too big for my britches
b-i-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the b-tches
b-i-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the b-tches
this p-ssy’s powerful like whoa, i’m gon’ wake up tommy lee
the way the metal has these strippers all over me
i roll with l-i-t-t-l-e plastic
we writes cl-ssic rhymes for all the bad kids
and all the crazy ladies, for derelict men like kool ken
i f-cking kick out my bed
no for real, son, get the f-ck out my bed
this slang baby, come si dice, and make it look it easy
i’m breaking noise, popping pcps, so roll the greasy
roll us, scuff our tennis up, they flee the g’s
from philly, electronic babies they took over your city
put it down, back and downtown, no one your les
all off a booger suga mama, with a packofrats
i raise a bar, push the highlight smoke
then these art f-ggy n-gg-s run up and got ghost
sucka n-gg- pop star, we just lick g
first to look freaky, sheek and skinny jeans
seen reading magazine, push looking in
never on it, the brooklyn accents, authentic back sh-t, b-tch
it’s bulletproof round three, pull out my pee-pee
and pee-pee pon your front teeth
offer you a sweet g and be about my business
these underground rap n-gg-s sound so leaky
and i’m rapped ziplock, without the jock strap
that’s b-lls to the wall, dog, drag race rap
huh, you n-gg-s doing laps
like dogs in the park looking for a scooby snack
getting nowhere fast, so sick, oooh ooh sit
and be a good b-tch, it’s the fungus prince of wonderland
dipping in a brandywine man of more
floating on my back blowing purple smoke
looking way iller than your neighborhood crip again
filling it, til ya papa and your mama got that feeling again
and we dancing on a ceiling
crooklyn, up to buck it, n-gg-s momma having fun in your house
while you out buying something for your kids to eat
we cat or maury thugging these b-tches and they sticking to my c-ck and pause it
crooklyn, up to buck it, n-gg-s momma having fun in your house
while you out buying something for your kids to eat
we cat or maury thugging these b-tches and they sticking to my c-ck and pause it
yo, sit back and watch me gleam like oxyclean
getting six sick b-tches but the drop is mean
draped in furs and lenin, hard denim, the god’s winning
looking fresh to death like john lennon
the waves spinning, dark gucci frames, cover my grill
catch me in the tabloids, feeling sharp as a quill
my neck is heavy, my wrist got a mind of it’s own
take a look and get blinded by the size of this stone
diamonds is flawless, son, i’m like the stars in orbit
historic imported jewels, that’s the reason i brought it
black bubble beam, lay back and buckle in
keep money stacks that overlap like double chins
i, guzzle gin, go back and double twins
told her friends, that a late n-gg-‘s for a couple innings
this is theodore, make no mistakes about it
we buy the bar out, even when the sh-t ain’t crowded
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