(Chris Crack)
Yeah bitch
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
If the hoe don't pay me
Put it in the trunk we the hope from the 80s best known for not playing we do this for keeps blaze it up take up easily
This how we do this
It's less then a blue print
More than a movement
I'm holding mine holding my blunt lit
Run around run around talk shit
Watch how the spark sticks
Creating a flame
Bigger then decks on a plane
But we keep it for the rest the day
And a secret for the rest of my wait
This how we bang
This not a wave
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta
(Chris Crack)
YEAH BITCH!
Cutta what up
Uhn
Spaceships, bitch
Don't even holla if you ain't gon play dis,
Yea I'll be done in a minute but lemme just say this,
Make sure you laugh in the face of the haters,
They got you on festivals,
Off on these playlists,
We gotta get paid,
Something delicious,
Tryna get busy, like timbo & Missy,
Up jumps the boogie,
I'm tired of these rookies,
She know how to cook it,
Mama on Crooklin,
Divided by madness,
I'm tryna do better, just weed and water,
I see why you bought it,
Why they still televise lynching and slaughter,
Try not to get caught up,
My only advice,
Wish I could tell em to fight for they life,
People be sleeping,
Lemme get back to just chief'n this reefer,
And bouncing they asses,
You know that shit classic,
Im tryna get nasty,
This fapping condition? I'm taking these classes,
Bad bitch energy,
Know I be sassy,
Blue jam for breakfast,
Just tryna get naked,
Don't ask who I slept with,
That's not your department,
You knew I was heartless,
Signing these artists,
You know why I'm harder,
I really been thru it, and in it,
Back where I started,
Felt like I'm nothing,
It's all part of hustle,
He don't want the scuffle,
I don't mean to change it,
You know how I'm bangin,
Capture my angle,
I'll let that bitch hang,
Chicago be hating
They know that I'm dangerous,
Ain't like how I came in
Smashing the scene,
You gotta be there if you wanna get green,
We gotta get paid till it bust out the seams
Chris Crack - Jesus Dropped the Charges (feat. Nate Knew) Lyrics
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(Chris Crack)
Yeah bitch
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
If the hoe don't pay me
Put it in the trunk we the hope from the 80s best known for not playing we do this for keeps blaze it up take up easily
This how we do this
It's less then a blue print
More than a movement
I'm holding mine holding my blunt lit
Run around run around talk shit
Watch how the spark sticks
Creating a flame
Bigger then decks on a plane
But we keep it for the rest the day
And a secret for the rest of my wait
This how we bang
This not a wave
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta
(Chris Crack)
YEAH BITCH!
Cutta what up
Uhn
Spaceships, bitch
Don't even holla if you ain't gon play dis,
Yea I'll be done in a minute but lemme just say this,
Make sure you laugh in the face of the haters,
They got you on festivals,
Off on these playlists,
We gotta get paid,
Something delicious,
Tryna get busy, like timbo & Missy,
Up jumps the boogie,
I'm tired of these rookies,
She know how to cook it,
Mama on Crooklin,
Divided by madness,
I'm tryna do better, just weed and water,
I see why you bought it,
Why they still televise lynching and slaughter,
Try not to get caught up,
My only advice,
Wish I could tell em to fight for they life,
People be sleeping,
Lemme get back to just chief'n this reefer,
And bouncing they asses,
You know that shit classic,
Im tryna get nasty,
This fapping condition? I'm taking these classes,
Bad bitch energy,
Know I be sassy,
Blue jam for breakfast,
Just tryna get naked,
Don't ask who I slept with,
That's not your department,
You knew I was heartless,
Signing these artists,
You know why I'm harder,
I really been thru it, and in it,
Back where I started,
Felt like I'm nothing,
It's all part of hustle,
He don't want the scuffle,
I don't mean to change it,
You know how I'm bangin,
Capture my angle,
I'll let that bitch hang,
Chicago be hating
They know that I'm dangerous,
Ain't like how I came in
Smashing the scene,
You gotta be there if you wanna get green,
We gotta get paid till it bust out the seams
Yeah bitch
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
If the hoe don't pay me
Put it in the trunk we the hope from the 80s best known for not playing we do this for keeps blaze it up take up easily
This how we do this
It's less then a blue print
More than a movement
I'm holding mine holding my blunt lit
Run around run around talk shit
Watch how the spark sticks
Creating a flame
Bigger then decks on a plane
But we keep it for the rest the day
And a secret for the rest of my wait
This how we bang
This not a wave
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta
We gotta
(Chris Crack)
YEAH BITCH!
Cutta what up
Uhn
Spaceships, bitch
Don't even holla if you ain't gon play dis,
Yea I'll be done in a minute but lemme just say this,
Make sure you laugh in the face of the haters,
They got you on festivals,
Off on these playlists,
We gotta get paid,
Something delicious,
Tryna get busy, like timbo & Missy,
Up jumps the boogie,
I'm tired of these rookies,
She know how to cook it,
Mama on Crooklin,
Divided by madness,
I'm tryna do better, just weed and water,
I see why you bought it,
Why they still televise lynching and slaughter,
Try not to get caught up,
My only advice,
Wish I could tell em to fight for they life,
People be sleeping,
Lemme get back to just chief'n this reefer,
And bouncing they asses,
You know that shit classic,
Im tryna get nasty,
This fapping condition? I'm taking these classes,
Bad bitch energy,
Know I be sassy,
Blue jam for breakfast,
Just tryna get naked,
Don't ask who I slept with,
That's not your department,
You knew I was heartless,
Signing these artists,
You know why I'm harder,
I really been thru it, and in it,
Back where I started,
Felt like I'm nothing,
It's all part of hustle,
He don't want the scuffle,
I don't mean to change it,
You know how I'm bangin,
Capture my angle,
I'll let that bitch hang,
Chicago be hating
They know that I'm dangerous,
Ain't like how I came in
Smashing the scene,
You gotta be there if you wanna get green,
We gotta get paid till it bust out the seams
Writer: Christopher Harris, Jeremy Nathan Deutsch
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave