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Bighand-NO - Crack (feat. FAT K1) Lyrics



Bighand-NO - Crack (feat. FAT K1) Lyrics




Whoo
I just tried to flow da joint out Flow da joint out
I'm ready Now I'm ready now
Gotta do this shit young do it For my niggas

Yea
I do this shit for me haha fat K You f*cking wanna be
You can't F*ck wit a G
Cause it's so complicated out Here on the streets
But you just A young punk you don't know Shit
But how to go Dumb nigga To need to chill
I will not lose Please young nigga don't get it Confused
It's FAT K I'm a Bona-fide Stunna
I go hard Winter fall spring and summer Nigga it's my time
Told one Thing I'm a stay on my grind
I Always Win it's what I'm Facing nigga it's hard work
And Dedication staying true to the Grind yea its FAT K
I'm the F*cking man nigga and I do Not f*cking play
Imma hold the Shit down represent the city
I Come through DC like Who is He it's FAT K
I gets busys you Don't understand I'm down
With my man I'm throwing up To dub's nigga

I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob and we Going to rock the place
Hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob and we Going to rock the place
Hold on One second turn up the bass Haha

Ole Fake ass nigga
Hold up nigga don't get me Started fake ass nigga
Dearly Departed bighand-no go silly Retarded at the show
When I Flow I'm considered the artist Cut that check
Then I make a Deposit in the bank Ben Franks
It's that Whatchamacallit too Much money
Couldn't fit in Your wallet loud smoke loud Smoke that's
That spinach and collard yeah
You never been here so how Would you know
You couldn't rub a dime with a Nickel broke
Cold icicle flow hoes want my Pickle lickle tickle
From my Mistletoe pistol like a missile When it whistle it's official Though
Ghost
Nigga on a t-shirt a Facebook Post this should I do
Is easy I Jumped off the porch W.A.S.T.E Squad all day Everyday No
Ya ya yo

I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob
And we Going to rock the place hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob
And we Going to rock the place hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
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Whoo
I just tried to flow da joint out Flow da joint out
I'm ready Now I'm ready now
Gotta do this shit young do it For my niggas

Yea
I do this shit for me haha fat K You f*cking wanna be
You can't F*ck wit a G
Cause it's so complicated out Here on the streets
But you just A young punk you don't know Shit
But how to go Dumb nigga To need to chill
I will not lose Please young nigga don't get it Confused
It's FAT K I'm a Bona-fide Stunna
I go hard Winter fall spring and summer Nigga it's my time
Told one Thing I'm a stay on my grind
I Always Win it's what I'm Facing nigga it's hard work
And Dedication staying true to the Grind yea its FAT K
I'm the F*cking man nigga and I do Not f*cking play
Imma hold the Shit down represent the city
I Come through DC like Who is He it's FAT K
I gets busys you Don't understand I'm down
With my man I'm throwing up To dub's nigga

I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob and we Going to rock the place
Hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob and we Going to rock the place
Hold on One second turn up the bass Haha

Ole Fake ass nigga
Hold up nigga don't get me Started fake ass nigga
Dearly Departed bighand-no go silly Retarded at the show
When I Flow I'm considered the artist Cut that check
Then I make a Deposit in the bank Ben Franks
It's that Whatchamacallit too Much money
Couldn't fit in Your wallet loud smoke loud Smoke that's
That spinach and collard yeah
You never been here so how Would you know
You couldn't rub a dime with a Nickel broke
Cold icicle flow hoes want my Pickle lickle tickle
From my Mistletoe pistol like a missile When it whistle it's official Though
Ghost
Nigga on a t-shirt a Facebook Post this should I do
Is easy I Jumped off the porch W.A.S.T.E Squad all day Everyday No
Ya ya yo

I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob
And we Going to rock the place hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
I'm throwing up to dubs for my Nigga
W.A.S.T.E we his mob
And we Going to rock the place hold up One second turn up the bass Haha
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Writer: Kevin Williams, Norris Jenkins
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