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chris crack - no such thing as trap phones lyrics

[intro]
yeah, b+tch
you know where the f+ck i had her at
p+ssy boy
[verse 1: chris crack]
uh
we shouldn’t get involved
if yo n+gga know, thats just off the principle
i don’t want the karma, you can and go and bring some condoms
let me know if that’s a problem
we could smoke this marijuana
save the drama for your momma (b+tch)
we shouldn’t get involved if yo n+gga know
just off the principle
i don’t want the karma, you can and go and bring some condoms
let me know if that’s a problem
we could smoke this marijuana
save the drama for your momma
uh, it was snowing’ and i told her kept it kosher
for the hoes wanna know
you can ask around, no cap and gown
i ain’t go to school for this, you new to this
college just a scam they let you know this on exams
i let her know in advance, that she better have my whole advance
i had a plan it gon all make sense later
gotta make it like like i’m shooting trays
i’m just a player from a privileged place
i was just newer face
don’t care what these losers make
uh we just soes of different ages
i keep turning pages
the more you win
the more that they gon’ hate you
you better soak it up
and use that sh+t to yo advantage
cause you dope enough
two b+tches so they can show for us
[chorus: chris crack & chuuwee]
you kinda s+xy baby
i wanna know if i can get to you next to you baby
i’m tired of the stress baby
you know all the rest baby
i don’t be on the net baby (uh) (yeah)
i was really just discussing about getting those checks baby
ooh aye
[verse 2: chuuwee]
i’m still smoking on obama (boo boo)
been in the block inna’ german piranha (ahhh)
i still spit in the face to arana
you took the stand and told on your momma (ugh)
imma be back in a minute, gotta pick up some more ganja (yeah)
b+tch i manifested you
i saw imagine dance longed us
we both know why he b+tch
he ain’t gon’ pull up in that charger (ugh)
last time he seen you wit’ me
he chunked deuce and said i’ll holla you
said you was you wasn’t tho
you said you can’t but was a hoe
dont ask me about such and so
won’t k!ll him what he doesn’t know
in the trenches tuckin chrome
i pull up when no one home
she tell me i can come and go
she leave a house key unda’ door
she make it clap like thunder roll
im finna get my fungus on
they hit me like a f+cking pole
im tryna’ take her f+ckin soul
im dummy blowed
hot box to bungalow
shoulder cold it’s one below
so i don’t do no cuffin’ hoe
ass fat like m+ffin roll
i fold her in the couch
i hit a tuck and roll
then up and go
and don’t be sneak textin’ while that busters home
[outro]
no creesh no
you said you wouldn’t say nothin’ creation
barry im sorry
creesh whats wrong your nose
sorry barry sorry, creesh what are you doing
i’m sorry micah it was soudin good i thought i would
no creesh no go to the car
go to the car

- chris crack lyrics

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