yn jay & rmc mike - crack head lyrics
[intro: rmc mike]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
yeah
alright
alright
alright
hey
[verse 1: rmc mike]
fiend lives matter, i need a crackhead
finna bust my b+tch p+ssy open like a blackhead
dude wanna fight, i hit his neck with a flathead
tell promotors that i need it now, f+ck a backend
i’m upfront with it
n+gga said he want some smoke, got his lungs injured
lethal weapon, .308 got a drum in it
i be dancin’ in the p+ssy, havin’ fun in it
fat n+gga with the moves, watch me hit road
gold spokes on a chevy, this a six+four
you gotta see me in this b+tch, it came fishbowl
the plug pulled up with some act’ and got his rent poured
this the end zone
touch down with that sh+t, we gon’ makе a ticket
gucci apr+n on in the kitchen likе i’m makin’ biscuits
one shot, man, my aim terrific
my city f+cked up, but i’ma aim to fix it
two+hundred+dollar steak, b+tch, my plate exquisite
you like your sh+t well done, well, i ate it different
the way i rap got labels trippin’
you gotta put your people on, n+gga, make a difference
i play roles, but i hate commitment
sh+t, your breath stink like you ate some chitterlings
my head f+cked up, need to take some ritalin
b+tch, i live at the bank, you just made a visit
[verse 2: yn jay]
you ain’t wanna buy the weed, but still smell it, you an eighthy sniffer
boy, you always watchin’ kids, you a babysitter
no, that ain’t my granny daughter, that’s my auntie sister
d+mn, on her other side
i just hit a bad b+tch on the other side
and i hit her big sister on her cousin side
how your baby come out with your cousin eyes?
you ain’t finna get no p+ssy, you just rub the thighs
i don’t eat at mcdonalds, i just love the fries
old+school got some big+ass jeans on, he just love the size
i hit your great+auntie, that’s your granny sister
b+tch wanna cook my lunch, her— ah
b+tch wanna cook me lunch, told her make me dinner
y’all don’t even look alike like y’all can’t be sisters
i was mixin’ wock’ with the tris, f+ck around and— d+mn
spilled all my drank
your card keep sayin’ declined, you gotta call your bank
this might be the most important moment of your life, we gotta call your faith
n+gga keep goin’ broke, you spent all your pape’
d+mn (yeah, baby, you did this one)
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