Lyrics:
I'm working for Rollies
With diamond rocks and rocks and rocks
Don't forget mansions, Gucci crocks, Ralph tops, and socks
Cause I be at that high
Lansana showed up to the function
Do my craft with no compunction
For the top you know I'm gunning
Crock-Pot you know that I'm stirring
Dream/reality
magnum, yeah, I come from a slum
Six shots, my wrist locked, both hands like this clocks
But it don't do tick-tocks, bullet hole, yeah, this crocks
Keep em
Crock of, thats totally draining
You and your lovers
Shall I with you as you each other
I'm turning on you
I'm turning you on
It's black like your
Cooler than crocks and moustache handles.
Get with the drip,
Not the hip
Just a sip,
Neither blood nor crip,
Got no slugs nor pistol whips
Will no longer
Morals didn't align with the bag, that's no on principal
Gravy, fuck stocks, I'ma thot broker, bitch, pay me
Betty Crock when I pop over like I baked it
Giro la mailbox fat bitch mangia crick crocks
Girala fast bro stupid bitch filma tik tok
Vengo da countries no cities no grattacieli
Sono quel pazzo
roncarme'
oh ohhh ouch
Y desde que se nos dió
Les damos decline
Ya me quite las crocks
Y ahora andamos en off-white
Yo sigo siendo el bo'
Pa los 90 Mike
Tu
Colonel with gloves
He isn't loved on 'Sundays Mail'
All the fives crock Henrietta
She's mean go-getter
Gotta write her a letter
Did I wink
it's back porch real as methamphetamine
Well, they say this land is your land, but ain't that a crock of shit
'Cause with the price of cigarettes
greedy and mean
The frogs all hate the toads
Crocks all hate the gators
Ain't nobody getting along
They ain't teams, man, they just players
(Oh, no)
se pode
Lembro o jovem que andava na quebrada de chinelo e short
Que tu dava risada tirava de lock
Na época de pipa tomava altos crock, ah
E
Whiskey auf Rocks (stoned)
Deine Freundin ich fick sie in Crocks (nice shoes)
Rapmagazine spitten die Props (Der is so gut)
Sippe das Lean; Du sippst nur
Fuego caliente everything that I drop hot
Swear this shit I'm cooking it aint coming out a Crock Pot
Mama told me don't be making babies out
all day like a crock pot
Saying you be on next the wave but you not not
Turn the fucking booth to a one man hotbox
Know I’m hot cus a nigga know he nice
the drop top with the block
whats up
Down to pop opps yea you know we keep the hotspot
Got the crock pot yea you know we whipping agua
Add that baking soda
dope cos I'm a crocks
Maximize Fantasize
I can barely up my panty size
Can't wait to see you dramatize
Seldom pity all inside your eyes
Crucify,
maschera, Sin Cara
Dai ma sti cazzi!
Tanto questi altri è come se li masticassi, crock crock
Perché è una prassi pompo sti bassi
Sto in tuta come Sarri, goal
can blind your eye so please don't stare at me
And then my chopper grill you up and I'ma watch you bleed
Cook it up
Cook it up
Crock pot smell like
to di zone
Man ah work fi di dough
Mi stand fi crocks
Like king pon a thrown
Ah grams pon mi neck
Man ah spend pon cash
Mi own friend
Mi own Breda
We grew
In da top spot
Smoking like a crock pot
Woah
I'ma hot shot
Connected like a hot spot
Woah
She wanna lip lock
Bumping me on tik Tok
Woah
This my block
business with the bloody crock pot
I be comin straight thru with the money talk
I be making business with the bloody crock pot
Yeah yeah, I got the swoes for
Chicks
Just crusin' the Blue Torpedo
With a radically hellacious plan
Crock of Schnappster and Lumbo
Tall Ox 45's in hand
OOOAAARRR!
Fine Chicks
Got
comfortable this is where I belong
Imma win if u with it or not not
Once I see green I go nonstop
In the stu and I'm whipping the crock pot
Baby wit me
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