Beat Butcha - Super Crack lyrics

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Beat Butcha - Super Crack lyrics

[Verse 1] Tension in the spot now, South side in the house Pretty f**ing pops when I get topped right on the couch b**hes eyes popping, Cause I popped in unannounced I am fresh from the dealer, We gonna inhale a whole ounce Full accounts, pouring the King bubbly love me Three at a time juggling, me covered in snuggies Diamond rings and blondie flings, I'm fly as Armani wings Crack flow and I'm on that Marley Green, I'm Charlie Sheen, winning Turn the VIP into sinnin', that last round got me spinning But I wake up with these women, lingerie eating bombs away Make up on the linen, 6 rounds, revolver day Break her when I get in, Game spitter, my mind deep I take these b**hes swimming f** them love them forget them, let the naked pictures get them Good chronic for hard living and exotic cars driven Bar sitting, star sh**ting, when my album starts shipping [Hook] Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping b**hes and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden Benjamins with no limit, Spend them soon as we get them Take them back to the future, it's feeling like the beginning I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded Ey' day on that bullsh**, the block did it Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some [Verse 2] Upgrading all gears, gearing up for the summer Stalkers from the winter, Now tearing them up with the lumber I wonder if I get that feeling before my numbers Called for me to go under, through four seasons a stunta No need for a pun, to create a hit, make it stick Take the flick, front and flicking ashes off my favorite whip Boom Bap from Bentleys making the neighbors sick They rather me in a coffin, cuz I'm horsing sh** New year, I'mma bring it in like the old me Frozie, rats by the shell where the hoes be We drinking all night, reflect on it the morning after Your girl of beauty, I met, charmed, and autographed her The more the millions of dollars, the more the laughter Four wheelers, Impalas, I'm balling past ya Only himself can stop him, he got the town popping Rubber band snapping, I land and hit the ground shopping [Hook] Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping b**hes and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden Benjamins when I'm in it, Spend them soon as we get them Take them back to the future, its feeling like the beginning I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded Calm down that bullsh**, the block did it Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some

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