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crackwhite - i hate it here lyrics

[intro]
(b+tch ass n+ggas)
(aye, im the goat, i be sayin’ sh+t like)
n+gga you can get a quarter pound, five fifty
want an h p i need twenty two fiftys
higher than a b+tch in traffic with billy, folks told me to (?) nd’ it ain’t no (?)
(b+tch ass n+ggas)
(king davis stop, playin’ yall b+tch ass n+ggas)

[chorus]
n+gga you can get a quarter pound, five fifty
want an h p i need twenty two fiftys
nd’ im higher than a b+tch in traffic with billy, yo folks told me to (?) nd’ it ain’t no

[verse 1]
smoked cake to the face
nd’ ill be g+y, if i let a f+ck n+gga take my place
me and rack went on so many high speeds
2018, yhea we could’ve made a (?) n+gga speed
getta (?) then drop a ticket
nd’ the b+tches addin’ up, n+gga two turn to four
won’t know the b+tch p’s in the kitchen n+gga
you can get it for the broke down n+gga if you got all the chickеn n+gga
n+gga trappin’ out of (?), little n+gga you a hater
gave to yo b+tch back nd’ rеplaced her
we countin’ up bread, we don’t walk to that money
around here we spin to that paper
if you want it you can take her
say any n+gga shot a shoot, little n+gga if you make it you can break her n+gga
i don’t even want her, i just use her for the facial
juss’ tryina f+ck, tryina bait her
what you know about cookin’ up?
n+gga how many grams the soda take fore a zip, you tryina lock it up
the boys on yo ass now, they be picked since the cause
feds outside when you get mopped up
fiends, they be noddin’ off
you can get it hard or soft, the b+tches like (?)
n+gga ain’t got it all
real all street n+gga, imma shoot first if they ain’t tryina brawl
b+tch im a hot n+gga, been that way since a young n+gga can remember
hand on my pipe, i be up all night
still keep it on me when i sleep at night
so i seen alot of sh+t growin’ up, so my ass burns like a b+tch when she get off perms
long nights in them blocks, runnin’ up to them hypes
n+ggas round here they don’t waste a turn
i was down on my ass, sh+t i use to pump gas
now they pull up for the gas
rock on that bussiness; so its alot of p’s in the stash, if you want this b+tch hoe you can have
i can look you in your eyes n+gga; tell that sh+t ain’t really thorough, i done seen a couple n+ggas switch sides n+gga
tell the truth don’t lie n+gga and if you a real n+gga you gon’ slide when its time n+gga
nd’ im still in the hood n+gga
might pull up on your block, might face me a wood n+gga
yo folks got the bl!ck, you get hit in yo sh+t
no we ain’t playin’ get the bl!ck nd’ then his b+tch aye
little bad b+tch came with a stitch
hot sh+t in the clip for (?)
trap n+gga always in the kitchen; breakin’ down pictures imma man about bussiness, gang
man on a whole other level
black (?) got me steppin’ on the pedal
eight, the b+tch wanna eat i won’t let her
hand on my metal so im talkin’ to the devil
pourin’ up straight drop, no hit
n+ggas been b+tches, n+ggas ain’t on sh+t
crying for too long so a n+gga had to vent, fold his ass, get a remy, let me talk my sh+t
[chorus]
n+gga you can get a quarter pound, five fifty
want an h p i need twenty two fiftys
nd’ im higher than a b+tch in traffic with billy, yo folks told me (?) nd’ it ain’t no (?) n+gga

[verse 2]
ruler clips, smoke lookin’ like a chimney
balled heads in the crib, mini me
b+tch n+gga im the goat, literally
b+tch im sided to the trenches, remember me
sh+lls burn, sh+t hotter than vodka
told you from the jump imma problem
made in the trenches, came a long way from the trenches, pop molly so im thinkin’ bout my father

[outro]
b+tch ass n+ggas
(made in the trenches, came a long way from the trenches, pop molly so im thinkin’ bout my father, huh?)
no cap, i hate it here

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