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Chris Crack - Drug Money In The Collection Plate Lyrics




Sports is just an opiate to masses
They wonder how I be doing this dapper
I'm Dan dastardly, casually focused
Then i be passing em, on they heels like tinactin
They just fruits, I need a bowl for the passion
Withdraw the scope from the stash
Ain't gotta get close to these bastards
I never roll on the sabbath
Pull up the boat for the baggage
Yea I'm prepared for the battle
Lasso this rope for the cattle
They sleep peaceful up the stream with no paddle
Them niggas jokers ain't controlling no status
He on the roast, he got the note so he tattled
Shit was sour, slit his throat in shower
I'm on a roll with this actually
Coochie juice on my tapestry
Been the shit since academy, f*ck 12
Inside my freezer are batteries
Just a old school nigga
I lost my brain but I ain't leaving my manners
I ain't leaving my manners
Need the Becky that's tanner
Got some coke on my antlers
Red nose I had to blow for my standards
God ain't finna put me in no bullshit I can't handle
Moved some furniture, imma leave some bills for the damage, damn
Let it bang like bonanza
A black cowboy, you just a towel boy
Ya rims alloy, get jacked for ya switches
Never capped in a sentence unless the Feds listening
I was in the trap with your pension
Cause tension, from the back of your dentures
Ask your wife if she missed me, I exit swifty
Going home cause I'm tipsy
I like my pancakes crispy around the edges
I'm revolutionary like Medgar Evers with deadly weapons
Microwave was set for like 30 seconds
The longest they pay attention, simulation has ended
They just making sure we all in attendance
I want revenge for people flooding my mentions, so don't tempt me
Filed taxes made my bitch a dependent, ugh
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Sports is just an opiate to masses
They wonder how I be doing this dapper
I'm Dan dastardly, casually focused
Then i be passing em, on they heels like tinactin
They just fruits, I need a bowl for the passion
Withdraw the scope from the stash
Ain't gotta get close to these bastards
I never roll on the sabbath
Pull up the boat for the baggage
Yea I'm prepared for the battle
Lasso this rope for the cattle
They sleep peaceful up the stream with no paddle
Them niggas jokers ain't controlling no status
He on the roast, he got the note so he tattled
Shit was sour, slit his throat in shower
I'm on a roll with this actually
Coochie juice on my tapestry
Been the shit since academy, f*ck 12
Inside my freezer are batteries
Just a old school nigga
I lost my brain but I ain't leaving my manners
I ain't leaving my manners
Need the Becky that's tanner
Got some coke on my antlers
Red nose I had to blow for my standards
God ain't finna put me in no bullshit I can't handle
Moved some furniture, imma leave some bills for the damage, damn
Let it bang like bonanza
A black cowboy, you just a towel boy
Ya rims alloy, get jacked for ya switches
Never capped in a sentence unless the Feds listening
I was in the trap with your pension
Cause tension, from the back of your dentures
Ask your wife if she missed me, I exit swifty
Going home cause I'm tipsy
I like my pancakes crispy around the edges
I'm revolutionary like Medgar Evers with deadly weapons
Microwave was set for like 30 seconds
The longest they pay attention, simulation has ended
They just making sure we all in attendance
I want revenge for people flooding my mentions, so don't tempt me
Filed taxes made my bitch a dependent, ugh
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Writer: Christopher Harris
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