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drula - crak rok lyrics

[intro]
load it up
there it go (2x)
(aye)

[verse 1]
see me all black then you know i’m schemin’
goin’ back+and+forth with the racks like venus
black and white hoes salt and pepper i’m seasoned
can’t keep these b+tches off my p+n+s
instead of doing a hit, write one that’s g+nius
your sun wish he came out of me like pheonix
project hoes got braids with beads in
p+ssy can’t fight so you know i beat it
run through the light don’t stop you tweakin’
if they catch me i’m done for the season
but you know they can’t cuz i’m way too greasy
bubblegum paint insidе like reese’s
y’all n+ggas must be high on fеces
thinking this sh+t right here came easy
want your issue subscribe come see me
b+tch ain’t a freak i get bored like ouija
you ain’t streetsmart leave your bains on the cement
aye bay bay it’s hurricane season
thank yahweh every day i’m breathing
n+ggas ain’t real just real misleaded. (2x)
crack rock low+key yellow like beezy
macks, aks and 3x3sies (9s)
yo stash spot get tomb raided i need it
[chorus]
crack rock low+key yellow like beezy. (4x)

[verse 2]
n+gga i wouldn’t spend two dollars on yeezy’s
n+ggas be seelouts like arenas
bag full of straps while at work like arenas
back the f+ck back i’m at bat like jeter
show these n+ggas who the mf king is
money sit tall like the boy porzingis
your marijuana stale, like it needs more season
no thumbs up like i got four fingers
hollows pouring out of the spout they leaking
tomorrow i ain’t worry about till i see it
go in a f+ck n+gga mouth for tweakin’
f+ck around lose your life for a reason
d+ck in her mouth got the little b+tch t++thin’
no mouth+to+mouth even if i stop breathing
hit the dope and i go straight to the ceiling
i was broke now i know ways i could me
took his ice now i’m finna skate like heelys
i wish a n+gga would pop up like wheelys
want his pack back and i’m like oh really?
sh+t ain’t looking to good like dreezy

[chorus]
crack rock low+key yellow like beezy. (4x)
[verse 3]
matchbox leave that ass hot and heated
blast off i be high as mars and venus
n+gga’s be square with money believe it
what we call that? that’s a mothe’ f+ckin’ cheezit
what we call her? that’s a muthe’ f+ckin’ g+nius
the way she slurp this muthe’ f+ckin’ p+n+s
try to take my racks show a n+gga where the beam is
cooking in the kitchen where the mf greens is

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