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hipper - crack music lyrics

[intro]
i got the stacks man
i got the stacks
yeah
count them stacks up

[verse 1]

i got a new idol
nickname ben franklin
he is real, he is tempting
always keeps it a 100 with you
conceals your broader issues
it’s my part to miss you
it’s been hard to miss you
i ain’t even want to reach you
all your glory, is gone
you gave him, a pistol
told him to just, swing on
anybody tryna
f-ck his mood up
your advice was influental
he be tryna shoot up
anybody with credentials
so he keeps on steppin’
in his ear hippie rappin’
’bout the money he be tappin’
and that, motivates the action
he misses school by a block
searching for the crack stock
tryna get some money homie?
your mama neck nice
sell you mama neck ice
two weeks p-ss by
he livin’ two dreams
on two streets
but at the end who sleeps
with the cousin and
dollars comin’ in
he checks, wrong chick
picklock, wrong whip
shot down, go sleep
somebody just k!lled a p-ssy
and went back to k!ll a p-ssy
just like that he will continue dreamin’
he can, keep on singin’
the crack music

[bridge]
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
whoo whoo whoo whoo

[hook]
often wonder think about the times
lost a number cry about the dimes
girls worth gold, but does the gold
worth the time?

[verse 2]
this the crack music
that cracks rappers
don’t you got a back rappers?
why sleep on me
don’t you got a bed rappers?
why start now?
we got enough bad rappers
don’t you see that lady over there, ain’t it, sad?
carry the bags, under his eyes
filled with lies and experience
his son was shot
outta experience
2nd amendment let that mad man shoot at the bredren
he went over for some bread
seen his brother getting head
from his wifey that he had
he was like what the f-ck is up?
i f-ck him up, well drop the gun don’t pick it up
here’s your blood n-gg- lick it up, bang bang
the shooter was a rich man
the wifey was a b-tch man
she received her salary
but she ain’t got no job
givin’ up on anything
for the bread and bl-wj-b
2 stories, true stories
everyday fool stories
my idol causing a riot
desires are priceless and people still buy it
crack music

[hook]
often wonder think about the times
lost a number cry about the dimes
girls worth gold, but does the gold
worth the time?
often wonder think about the times
lost a number cry about the dimes
girls worth gold, but does the gold
worth the time?

[outro]
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
ta ta, tarataa
(c-crack, c-crack music)
whoo whoo whoo whoo

- hipper lyrics

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