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letra de crackhead bid - chris crack

[part 1: dress in]

[verse: chris crack]
uh
i’m h-lla focused, i need somethin’ to smoke
because my nerves bad, i’m blowin’ lumber in the condo
she was a nine, i call her rondo
john does poppin’ up on the news, “i thought you handled that!”
you don’t know about manners, bandana is tied
fantasy drafts for you internet thuggers
i had to wonder how they was gettin’ away with so much fu sh-t
i don’t know about you, sh-t, but i hate it
fade me never caught me slippin’ at the red light
“i’m dead, right?”, is what i heard
lemme get two nouns and a verb, alex
i wrote my will on this palette
chalice sippin’ hennessy with a splash of pineapple
mind sn-tcher of these night walkers
backtalking never tolerated
follow ladies to shoe stores and [?]
my flow teflon, gotta keep my vest on
even though they aimin’ for the head, n-gga

[part 2: commissary]

[verse]
walked in the club with like nine b-tches
time switchin’, never stuntin’, i’d merch it
i’m into service, you hurtin’ for being worried
you the n-gga in the corner not buyin’ no drinks, you got that mug on
you mad though?
sad, hatin’ on other humans, so foolish and lookin’ stupid, just master p it
i’m smokin’ diesel in my hotel room
he smell fumes and i told him i’m incubating
go save a hoe that wanna be saved, bro
change clothes like excuse me, miss
hickeys on your forehead
more legs, mean more s-x
i’m lost in this vortex, of tryna be faithful, in this room full of hoes
tell me more about public relations
i can’t escape it, i’m taken
harassment, and it’s goin’ past me
just hit the weed
and i just asked if i can have it back
my d-ck bleeds, sheesh (d-mn)
argh!
[part 3: dress out]

[verse]
man, you know how these guys be (flex)
caesar salad with the fried cheese
food assortment with the crab meat
one short, i guess i’m nine deep (b-tch)
find me coolin’ in the spot police can’t be reached (never)
and never come to
drums do damage to your whole house, fold out plans for mass domination
satan is on my shoulder and he patiently waitin’
chicago got money for everything but education
told us we derived from the caveman, not us
we’d have figured it out before they lied about it
try something new for god’s sakes
magic city on a monday (flex)
not ’cause drake said, i’m fortified
i’d never hide your trap [?] so bring it through the back door
and i’m in fat mode, track closed ’cause i’m running sh-t
bars is worth more than a hundred bricks, b-tch
so put the key up on the triple beam
i’m in atlanta at krispy kreme, i’m countin’ g’s
please

- chris crack

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