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elite - crabs in a bucket lyrics

let me paint a picture for you real quick it’ll only be a second
if you compet-tion with me listen this could be depressing
i paint a pretty scene when leave present in a dream
cuttin pictures outa magazines, mean
what i say, say what i mean, got a mean flow
ego, size of a steam boat, yeah that boy aiight
but he ain’t f-ckin wit elite tho
whole team monsters a muf-ckin freak show
beast mode, beats so knockin feelin like i’m kickin t–th
with a pair of cleats on, be gone
finna get my feast on, sick of hearin hot rhymes in weak songs
sicka hearin shots fired when somebody make it we should have a hating holiday the way we celebrate it in america
they love tearing you down
crabs in a bucket ain’t n0body wearing the crowd for long

they ain’t wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
f-ck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket
they ain’t wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
f-ck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket

i used to make beats, yeah i was double r
yeah i was f-ckin raw, i had a couple songs
i made this sh-t called shootouts remember that?
movie score sh-t b-tch i invented that
pen a rap now too and i’m a 10 at that
f-ck ya b-tch and send he back
give that b-tch a bent’d back
never take her out to dinner i ain’t in to that
i just have her makin sounds like she in a tennis match
ha! six love mark it down, release the hounds on ya better call the pound, sh-t is lookin dim for ya like inside a lounge, not quite number one yet but somewhere right around
in due time ima get it boy i can’t lose
half white half mexican i’m cancun
d-mn soon the crabs will call for the kings head
you know they hate to see them wings spread. sh-t

we comin, know you hear them footsteps creepin
hope before i die, i get a good knicks season
gotta keep a smile even though it’s misleading
k!ll it when i hit it b-tch you gon’ be grieving
steven king p-ssy when i get up in p-ssy
put a sonnin on a rookie ya’ll just little kids to me
in my own cl-ss b-tch and i’m alone here
you act bold prolly fold like a lawn chair
rappers wanna talk funny like coneheads
gon’ head, sleep, make ya own bed
old heads prolly lookin over shoulders
what you expected, i’m next thought i told ya boy

- elite lyrics

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