chris crack - michael jordan don't leave comments lyrics
[verse 1: chris crack]
these doo-rag decisions and i’m preaching church
i know i got the pastor listening
and that woman seen that murder with no fast description
no -ss kissing you going downtown
no pretty brown round thing that’ll bail you out
and it’s the law, ride for all you fall guys
sipping blunts, i got ‘em hogtied
f-ck law abiding citizens i’m drinking echinacea
i ain’t feeling it, i found beef
i’m under the weather like pound geese
[chorus: cutta]
word on the streets that i’ll be fine
so lace your boots cause it’s crunch time
i did my thing on them punch lines
and f-ck you n-gg-s that want mine
[verse 2: cutta]
i ain’t finna take that, mama ain’t raise no punk
run up with that face mask, make a n-gg- lay flat
i ain’t even jocking on these hoes, i want my ways back
what else i’m finna do, i think i’m gonna slay tracks
bring the b-ss back, hold up, cutta finna k!ll ‘em
since i been doing since way back, b-tch i only state facts
we are on a different route, you can’t be on the same track
and if she coming to my show, you know she gonna shake that
bend it over that that, i hid it in my fake shoes
fake shirt, fake hat, now bring the b-ss back
i tell these hoes i love him and it’s never any take backs
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