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trdee - crack lyrics

[intro]
danny done did it again
sh+t
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse]
i’m not goin’ out like franklin saint
if i’m down to my last, i’ma go and rob the bank
i feel like shaq diesel, on the block in the paint
n+ggas think they f+ckin’ with me but they really just can’t
never show your hand, n+ggas love to try to plot on you
out lookin’ for you and they heard you got a lot on you
that is not enough if you up that, tryna flex on me
i had a bad day, baby, come and put that neck on me
n+ggas broke as h+ll, they too busy playin’ 2k
your b+tch lookin’ terrible in mines, look like kim k
doggy tried to hop on my wave, you a bit late
how you cute but your p+ssy smell like a fish tank? (ugh)
in and out them stores, gettin’ drip for the winter
baby f+ck likе a p+rn star but started a beginner (shе did)
i feel like youngboy, i got paper like a printer
had to get it out the mud, but that’s what make you a winner (it do)
ballin’ like ai ’cause i’m always on point (get it?)
ballin’ in the crime, free the hoopers out the joint (free ’em)
smoke you like a joint if you reach for my diamonds
b+tch, i’m a king, so address me as your highness
bullets hot as h+ll like some bad breath
know a couple hackers, it ain’t sh+t to get your address
if i ever catch a play, d+mn, i missed next
doggy was a stepper, but i guess he took his last step, d+mn
catch me tryna chase a sack, aidan hutchinson
he was somewhere hidin’, so they got who ever close to him
who you bank with? you got [?]
they don’t f+ck with us because they mad that we don’t f+ck with them
who a b+tch? keep it pushin’, salt+n+pepa
told my b+tch you bonnie and i’m clyde, we gon’ die together
she a freak b+tch, bro, please grab a repper
why would you trust her and y’all don’t even know each other? (the f+ck?)
check my neck, i got ice like a cooler
they could never, nice way to tell you a loser
beat that cat up but i’m not an abuser
playin’ games with her head, tryin’ to confuse her
i don’t f+ck with you or eenie+miney+moe
we gon’ drop him like a class if they ever drop his lo’
i just know we in the league, it don’t matter what the score
you be lovin’ on that b+tch and she be f+ckin’ on my bro (d+mn)
i be fresh to death, buffs white like madonna
smokin’ in the whip, got it lookin’ like a sauna
had to go and cop another stick for the drama
it’s just what happens when you add another comma
bank account large, but i’m workin’ ’til it’s double x
might as well go sign to dj khaled, you know we the best (sh+ttyboyz)
i can’t even let you go nowhere ’cause i’ma miss the s+x
doggy bone tried to set the play but it got intercept

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