Crackhouse - Faded - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.04.2014

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Cj: This that hammer dance I hit a nigga where he stand Dancin' with these women and that pistol chillin' in my pants Choppa so big you think i walk woth a limb Ass so fat double look i thought it was Kim Im not tryna start shit but man im really fucked up I see a nigga i dont like he need to get a check up Liquor hit my stomach and now i see a set up Swisha hit my brain not im bout to fuck this shit up Find me on the wall drinkin' bobbin' my head Slurin' my words and i dont know what i said Captain morgan done turned me into Jonny Depp Better get your man before i hit em in a sec Got a bottle in my hand and its broken by the neck When you talk to me you better say it with yo chest Im so fucked up man i thought this was sin But Jesus did it too and people prayin' to Him Classic Cris: Ay wuttup, its ya boy Classic Aka Mr. I dont give a fuck about shit Aka the owner of the boxers in ya mommas laundry .. basket Busted then she made a sandwich Cuz I got the flows as tight as you can make ya ass clench Im feelin on top Im on a seesaw with a fat kid If you can't have my heart, I bet you'll settle for my package Average rappers pass the microphone before I snatch it The lead you shootin prolly comes from tips of pencils You hiding when you hating, you muggin thru tinted windows Bitches in my mommas whip, quicker than a second split Wheelin while im sippin somethin strong as Hali Dickson is Drown myself in a wishin well, hope they wish me well I hope they lemme write some raps while im in hell Cuz Ima little faded all my homies say I'm pale Before I pass I think Ill have another, Ughhh Dee Jay: Day in and day out I struggle tryna break these beats Mixin different type of pills to try to keep my mind at peace Because the only way I cope is fightin demons in my sleep Tryna convince myself not to stay up for another week And I can't seem to get over my ex never trust another bitch cos they jus want me cos I'm next Everytime im widda new chick I tell her its jus sex and if the ride is good I might jus hit her widda text Cris back so yea we gettin faded everytime im widdem some chick is scresmin bouta baby I wake up widda bottle in my hand cos nights are crazy or aromas from the messy that we blowin on daily Memories to kill so im never really sober hear the rumors startin sayin that im more than a stoner but Without the drugs I could probably still bone her she askin for em lately she been feelin like a loner and she heard that I be gettin higher than the supplier cos I got another tendency its lightin shit on fire and Even though id much rather do that you'll see me in my city fragiley gettin faded with the crack Gk: Walking through the door, man the aroma was potent I'm taking shots like I'm Chris Dorner through the smoke with a scope Now gimme the Jack and gimme a wrap, no simile, like that's what you don't It's imminent energy, sipping the Hennessy, I just need to poor it In the sprite and lime I co-sign it with Mr. N9ne, now I am confined to find files of fire inside this vile asylum, in denial? Then rival em Getting high like aspire to hit the sky like I'm some fireworks Ice in it, siphon it, can't suffice with the lighter shit Drinking pints till I'm violent, though the night I been fighting this urge [To]Pop a vicoden or a perc, you might consider this work that I been living in dirt So don't get bitter, get burnt! I'm just acidic, as sick as a sinner gets when I'm serving a fifth of bourbon to her While I'm hitting durban poison-us like whats the worst that could happen Other than turning in our graves, like I'm just playin, and I traded em in to get Faded
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