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crack(er) - $lim gucci & saliva grey lyrics

[verse 1: $lim gucci]
(yeah) uh
b*tch, i’m smoking up a sack of that major league
baby, i ain’t hearing a thing that you say to me
turn a b*tch into a meal then make her disappear
earhart, stunting out at dillard’s, like wahhhhh

got a remy right beside the sun
snorting up narcotics, dosing over prolly twice a month
ah, smoking a black and mild outside the clinic
sally in the civic trapping steady like we slow on business

bleh, all this dread, yeah, i feel like freddie
crash out in the levees, hear the parade and the confetti
uh*hu, rise sun, motherf*ckers know i’m by the bridge
lacе pills, still buy them b*tches, do em all, i ain’t got a rеason

like, uh, i do it all for the north, uh, i do it all for more, uh
my new youngin made him spin the block, olajuwon, uh
and my opp’s main b*tch, i might make her my new decor, uh
and i ain’t got no shame in it, my name got a lil game in it

[bridge]
think of richmond, virginia, and you may think
of a quiet southern city, unhurried and unbothered, but
richmond has one of the highest murder rates in the country
([?] f*ck the [?], you heard? what the f*ck we gon do?)
[verse 2: saliva grey]
i been on top and it’s evident
i don’t give f*ck bout your rhetoric
sick of these motherf*ckers
wanna bite my sh*t, they can’t be better than, uh
me on a bad day, my worse sh*t your best sh*t, uh
f*ck all that hearsay, ain’t heard sh*t from no peasant, uh

i’m finna pass the pack to $lim
throw off the glass and break the rim
break the b*tch, break the hoe
save the b*tching, i’ve heard it before
i’m finna drop the rock to gucci
talking that crock pot, not hooping
pack go hopscotch, we move it
eat go bye*bye, get popped

whole safe full of top shelf
need the pack, gon hit up my driver
hoe p*ss sally off, f*ck
i hit a b*tch, know she ain’t ronda
money older than madonna
way too faded like a barber
i ain’t saving no face, uh
all you get, a balaclava
walking around with them racks on me
i got them sh*lls and gas on me
you wanna bet? put a stack on it
motherf*cker so broke, everyday it’s a bad morning
ass open, get f*cked by the system
mister never get a b*tch, ay
but if you get a b*tch, i’ll get your b*tch, uh

- lim gucci saliva grey lyrics

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