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king crook - lucky you lyrics

crook is on a lot of bullsh-t today
this is way p-ssed you a
double s dont double text me
if you can get the mic today

nightmare on the loose guess who
ain’t really f-cking wth you
i can double down up on a beat
and yeah f-ck a feat cuz i don’t really need you

i don’t care what the f-ck you do
diss me 1 more time i’m through
you already on strike one and two
every bars shooting right over you

cuz its over ya head but i’m still laying the lead
til the day that i’m dead k!ll you from my bed
get a feature instead of doing what i said
k!ll you from my room but ima zoom instead

luckily the people up under wanted me f-ck is it gonna be gunning but stunting, be
careful i’m 1 degree colder than sons of me suddenly i’m become under the sun with beef
cuz i’m warming up buring up heating up warning ya corner ya into your cornea
im your eye with the lines but its over ya head so i wonder why i even try

i just wrote this sh-t tonight
need a feat get jimbo slice
smoke a cig i need a light
smoke a rapper dead on sight

im -ssh0l- rather be p-ssed off than p-ssed on
im p-ssed of bout the song that i got dissed on
couple bars bout me got me mother f-cking lucked up
give me ammo to spit a round and have you f-cked up

you give this kid a mic then he acts they could rap
couldn’t warp up a rap if it was bubble wrap
throw me back on the track i don’t act on the facts
i just spaz ain’t a throwback cuz i won’t take you back

you wacker than the style that you bit off of b-tch
most savage thing you’ve prolly flip off a b-tch
you’re already sh-tty no need to sh-t on a b-tch
you’re a trans i’m bobbit chop a d-ck off a b-tch

ain’t no love for the other side or for anyone that wants smoke
when i die i’ll be going down as the king of rap no joke
you on the wrong block f-cking no glock how the f-ck am i gonna croak
cuz the day i die is the day your pride can come back but b-tch you better
hope

and pray for that i don’t stay for a hundred years what i f-cking spray for fame and to bang wh0r-s
rather f-cking hang wh0r-s hung like a dang horse f-ck it i’m the main course f-cking b-tch you ain’t fourth
you could say it ain’t your f-cking fault and bang your head of the wall b-tch i do it for the dang sport
and i’m here its day 4 from the day i ate your beat another pitchfork stuck up in the g-y wh0r-

you dissed me twice
now disasters caused
the slow part b-tch
you can’t spit the faster bars

you ain’t in crhyme
cuz that its where the masters are
swipe at you like visa
but i’m just like a master card

- king crook lyrics

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