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marcus crakk - humbling lyrics

[verse 1: marcus crakk]

marcus f-cking logan
f-ck kinda name is logan
trip like i slipped in lotion my aura is fire, golden
pistol from my frame is loaded
she grind her t–th when it goes in
blunt gave me chills im frozen
the grips of this booth got me closed in
i tell these walls all my secrets
and just pray to god they’ll keep em
i swear my nose keep bleeding
can’t really vibe with cretins
i don’t need no reason
to make you try and understand
exactly what the f-ck i am cuz honestly

i could give 2 f-cks
hoody on swimming trunks pick up truck
im still rolling up you can k!ll this blunt
adderall that i popped gave me stamina
hardhead daydreaming i’m k!lling cuz
on h-lls porch drinking on the reddest rum
ya kids better duck when them pistols bust
ya kids better duck when them pistols bust
eatin off tectonic plates
my fork hit sh-t it cause them quakes
scratch off hate its dandruff flakes
you on some sh-t i can’t relate
and even tony wasn’t always great
i guess what i tryna say is
we all the same thing, different combinations
conjure up lightening
can’t imitate this
ya ignorance been so f-ckin blatant
can’t throw shade without consequences
i’ll break heaven’s gate f-ck climbing fences
yall not in my way you no compet-tion
the front of the jeep looking so malicious
f-ck the usa and your militia
you want me b-tch
come and get me
you get ate to me you kimchee
an hour to me to you a century
don’t need no goons to hold my sentry
i’m higher vibrations
i be fishing with poseidon
throwing paper planes to zion
i be silencing the sirens
dig your graves enslaved by virus
i’m just tryna get this knowledge

you should be grateful i let you live this long
throw you a bone and let you hear this song

[verse 2:marcus crakk]

this the age of information and these questions piling
the average man is stupid
i understood this sh-t way back when i was wildin
close ya eyes and hide in silence
life is thousand island
antic-p-te minaj’s
i can’t stop until i’m smoking pot in nova scotia
i’ll take a picture for you posers
i’m fillin up this chocolate and the weed it feel like venom
pull her -ss up out that denim
told me got em i’mma get em
wasted and i’m spinning
lunar rays and women
not to be confused with b-tches
muhf-ckas be pretentious
make these f-ggots wash the dishes
leave em sleeping with the fishes
push the limit off the bridge then i’m cuttin off ya digits
this is physics

[verse 3:dude clayy]
temperature rising and it won’t stop
bullet proof vest and tech
could you guess
under this guess pea coat
is a n-gga who ain’t stressed
got some sh-t to address n-gga, hold up
pull up to the party smelling like c0ke and throw up
i’m sick and im dope n-gga that’s why you can’t focus
this that real rap n-gga
suicide booth blue cap n-gga
daddy back n-gga
she might f-ck on the first date
-ss fat, cause her birth place
i treat a b-tch in a worse way
b-tt a woman hump on the next day, thursday
and she go both ways
got d-mn
ayo crakk what it does
when i’m done i might p-ss her to you cuz
alright
pour more of that liquor
i know that’s the sh-t that’s missing
i say tony up in my kitchen
he said he gotta move some chickens
now my girl up in here trippin
i said girl that’s my n-gga
he been down since i was little
don’t sh-t change cause i got bigger
i paint b-tches nipples with a triangle

- marcus crakk lyrics

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