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gxwatts - crvck rxck lyrics

[intro + w3 tha bass priest]
yuh
uh, don’t do crack
i don’t know if i gotta say that but yeah

[hook + w3 tha bass priest]
crack rock
b+tch i’m breaking down a crack rock
sike b+tch i’m talking cap
i’m smoking h+lla toxic gas
3 shots
imma slam another 3 shots
sitting in a shopping cart at walmart eating sweet tarts

[verse 1 + w3 tha bass priest]
thank you sir!
excuse me?
for your car keys!
that b+tch gotta half a tank i’ll make it if i’m lucky!
crash that sh+t
fender bender f+ck ur parking!
jopxt made this
i’m barely getting started!
trapping the weed out the bathroom yeah
i’m making bread and
getting some head from a goth b+tch that i never met and when i tapped her shoulder so she knows we at the finish line she wanted round 2 and so i made my way into her spine!
drinking arizona but ain’t no purple up in
mine
talking crazy to my girl will make u a meeting with my 9
or my cutter to ur mother i don’t care i’ll make you cry
i be working extra hours you been really tryna die
you be breathing in some mids
i be breathing in cookies
crumble up ur homie in a woody
come take you a looky
i’m gonna be really honest
u look like u smoke the pookie
yeah u acting like u on the glass so sit back and relax and take a deep breath play some w3 and smoke up all the rest of it
i been trappin harder than i’ll write on willful testimate
watts about to bust he boutta make em rest in p+ss
hit u in the head with that .22 crescent wrench b+tch
[hook + w3 tha bass priest]
crack rock
b+tch i’m breaking down a crack rock
sike b+tch i’m talking cap
i’m smoking h+lla toxic gas
3 shots
imma slam another 3 shots
sitting in a shopping cart at walmart eating sweet tarts

verse 2 + gxwatts]
back up b+tch
yea i heard you was a wack job
smokin on some crack rocks
hidden in your black socks
p+ssy you is mad soft
you ain’t no mac dog
all my n+ggas sipping wokhardt
you just act hard
you could get jumped in your own city n+gga
chop of your head like my cigars n+gga
bury your b+tch ass im a grave digger
clutchin on the drac, yeah my fingers on the trigger
take a step back
she don’t want your b+tch ass
cuz she think you’re f+ckin wack
yeah your pockets ain’t that fat
like just take no as a motherf+ckin answer
you’re the reason why these people think
the underground is cancer
imma spill your blood like tye dye
i dont give a f+ck if i die
you best say all of your bye byes
imma make sure that you die die
[breakdown + w3 & gxwatts]
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock b+tch
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock b+tch
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock b+tch
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock
crack rock b+tch

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