Lyrics:
To stop by
And I don't listen
To a crock of bullshit
And I took on it
Every day
I wish you'd stop it
I wish you'd hide it
Come into my arms
For
sta hit
Sparo black ops
Faccio crock crock
Giro sopra un benz
Solo con la squad
Dentro il Borsone
Soldi e sostanze
Giovane signore
Soldi nelle tasche
I ran from cops my crocks wasn't on sport on mode
Don't want your pussy lil bitch jus give me more dome
Hit from the back and I pulled out her
the opposite
But my heart been a stopping it
I swear that this ain't cocky shit
They say that this shit crock of shit
A crock of shit
I swear that I am popping
go and get the little swag off Hidden
Y'all be one oakin' i be French chokin'
Crock on the cardigan, crock on the Cartier
Strap look pink like
Then get dressed with all my honey
Cannot hear a pussy talkin
I'm go cop some pills then pop them
I'm rockin, walkin In crocks
And I will still knock you
El Crock
Sí, yo mismo, El Crock
Ajá
Eh, eh, el morenito de la voz sexy
¡Oye!
Eh, eh
Ah
¿Adivina quién vino a la fuerza?
Yo soy Viciny, el Yamayizzy
Es
Personally, drop pills in my juice call it roofie
Me and bro the same thing he a crock of alligator
Chinese guy told the chopsticks like a calculator
Gracias
the sock, sock, sock)
Whippin' up cookies like I'm Betty Crock'
She scream my name, think she missed the crock
She stay on my head, think she a bandana
I
dick hard like egg rock
You can slurp me up like eggnog
Nigga keep talking that shiii
Get my head hot
Crock pot she a 7
I think I just hit the Jackpot
I
cocks are slick
Poppin' shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed
work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past
What about your
You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot
I think that you're a crock of shit
And listen now,
work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past
What about your
Okay
You talk and talk and you just can't stop
A word comes to mind, it's "Crock"
What you say, is lackluster
Plus it seems you're trying to pull
Children, if you help me find the little gold crock
You can have anything that's made in fairyland
There'll be things plenty for allish
Wondrish
the crack shit
White Jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black Jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
believes, much better than your lies
She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding
onions in the kitchen
Sunday morning my best shirt
Crock-pot's on for dinner after church
Dad was baptized by Lynchburg
Mama'd always beg him to come
To take him to the top
Was really nothing more than just a crock
You can sell these fish you're catching
You can buy yourself a boat
Hard work
catacombs
they all come back to you.
No crock of glittering prizes.
No sharply worded telegram.
No excuses for the word-weary.
No excuses for who I am.
Timtan (La marre mía)
Urra, urra, urra-ah, eh (Se no' va a ir de nuevo)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, palomo, ¿ve'? Una macumba
El Crock
Sí, yo mismo, El Crock
the girl's bitch, I don't fake shit
I can have this, I'mma let you know
I'mma crock it, I'mma fall this
Into Beijing, I'mma let you know
We fall down
the snakes
I see the crocks
They suck my blood
They bite my bones
But I'm too merry
To scream and shouts
Still not willing to see your snouts
He needs a cure
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