GILLIE DA KID - Crak A Brick lyrics

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You don't know how I was raised nigga,

you don't understand, not at all.

You don't know the smell when you crak a brick

You don't know the feeling when you beat that bitch

You wanna go to war, I got banana clips,

Spraying at you mokies at that extra shit.

I'm strapped up, we're playing lazy tags,

I go to pick that money up is in the paper bag

I'm strapped up, we're playing lazy tags

This is fillie, fillie, home of the steam ass.

Yeah, I'm messed up, I got my strap with me,

My homie strapped up too nigga he got binnie mack with it,

and they hold a hundred, I'm talking damn frankly,

my nigga and lue the hundred and lead your miss tanging

I'm up in that kitchen damn, come the clock wise ever with me yeah

they gonna see shit expand,

I cook it to the chicken man,

I got that KFC, mother f*ckers know how to play with me

my street grand heavy, my money is firm,

I'm talking foxy not GZo,

you see I want it, wrote the piece

but I spent upon that upon bitch

could it be that project for a week man

them Louie Vuittons on my feet,

I'm the nigga that you see

when you're tryin to cop a chick

Damn, they don't know the smell when you crack a thing,

They just some rapper shit imagining,

when it come to that work, bitch I'm the magic man

talking 32 niggas what's happening.

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It's a lot of broke niggas mad at us,

'cause we got bitches in the kitchen naked nigga beggin up,

they talking that money talk,

but then they ain't had enough

We rolled around in the 20 tell these niggas we..

Yeah, see the dope boys messing with me,

'cause I got staring and it's true and I got Beckie with me,

you ain't got no lie, you ain't got no clientelle,

the only messing, can't you know is working that tako bell

I'm not gonna tell, at the end of the day though

I get my time when it lay low,

you snitching like hoes they can say go

this is big paper you're fucking with plato,

and like I said, you niggas don't know the smell

when you clock that A y'all

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