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chris crack - gilded slippers lyrics

[intro: w.ill]
i’m feeling, feeling s-xier than ever in my gilded slippers
n0body checking my pimping, no limping, she don’t stop
so she get it, get it, she get it, get it, get it, get it
she don’t stop, she get, it get it, i’m feeling feeling

[chorus: $tevie adam$]
you know you need it, you know you need it
trap stayed popping like a fat girl’s cleavage

[verse 1: chris crack]
i left this hoe, i ain’t spend a dime in stroke
‘cause i was straight to kamaal’s, i had to ball
three b-tches with no drawers, one of ‘em was so tall
i climbed that ladder, i had to empty my bladder
too many shots of tequila, it’s nice to meet you
i’m hurting feelings, i ain’t worry ‘bout these [?]
ain’t n0body checking my pimping, i’m sipping this
simply, it’s just some strippers, everybody tipping
this advised admission, i call a devil old n-ggas
spending all they pinching, and that car was rented
he had to borrow some denchers so he could bite down
c-ck buffing at an all time high, so watch the fall guys
’cause the haters come from all sides, he had the nickel
drew ‘em park side, they smart guys, stark five
fifteen is when my heart died, i hate part-time hustles
i’m trying to get the whole duffel, shuffle my playlist
you ain’t even doing it right, unless they hate you
and my book is only fifty pages, cool
cooking crack up in my winnebago, even if i
seen a hoe drowning, man i wouldn’t save her

[chorus: $tevie adam$]
you know you need it, you know you need it
trap stayed popping like a fat girl’s cleavage

[verse 2: ugly boy modeling]
stop calling my phone man, i’m out here hanging
speaker something playing, d-ck i’m slinging
pimping in my blood, granddaddy wasn’t playing
never been a sucker, pockets stay on super saiyan
witness sh-t, no talking, i’m swinging
run up on my n-gga wrong way, i might made you
from the west side columbus, part from my haters
boy i’m really hustling everyday, you n-ggas playing
i get her something flip that then give back to the hood
teach the next brother how to get good, that’s the move
i’m educated and can count money, smooth -ss n-gga
make your girl wanna count for me, no banging
give addiction, fall in love and she won’t leave me
i bet her mama try to f-ck so when she might [?]
big faces, get ‘em everyday, i look edgy
get that p-ssy off the couch baby, come and feed me

- chris crack lyrics

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