(Chris Crack)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Cantbuydeem)
Block away from the station these niggas is sellin dimes,
Only time I Playstation is when I lie to the cops,
I got a play on my line
I got bail, I'ma bond
I get it to you however, whenever like I'm a bond,
She hide my pack in her crib, I send my pack to her house,
She really live in my lap, and I be all in her mouth,
Like a nosy kid,
Eyes open,
Face to face I stroke her,
Might slap her, might choke her
She like it,
Put my thumb in her mouth and she bite it,
I can make you scream louder,
If you want it I could get it,
If you got it I got it
(Chris Crack)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Yeah bitch!)
I got it,
They just cappin while I'm poppin,
And that molly had me sloppy,
I'm just tryna jot it,
Huh
Remember anything possible, I just played obnoxious,
Our lives' decided by white mouths and shaded boxes,
Or kill us all that's they favorite option,
Spittin that Dylan, for safe deposits,
They rape the projects then they take the profit,
F*ck cpd and the state department,
And they ain't making no bets
They never tryna to bargain,
Nah u can't even stand next to me,
Now I had to go and cop a necklace,
Thats 1 kilo
Think the Feds listenin' (hello)
I got a bitch thats working for the treasury
True story I'll never go back to my resume,
Sat on his crib for like 7 days,
And I probably hit toya, thats why the records play
No shade,
I ain't going back to my villain ways,
Shit I'm stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade
Yeah,
Hell yeah
(Stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade)
Chris Crack - Poisonous Paragraphs (feat. Cantbuydeem) Lyrics
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(Chris Crack)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Cantbuydeem)
Block away from the station these niggas is sellin dimes,
Only time I Playstation is when I lie to the cops,
I got a play on my line
I got bail, I'ma bond
I get it to you however, whenever like I'm a bond,
She hide my pack in her crib, I send my pack to her house,
She really live in my lap, and I be all in her mouth,
Like a nosy kid,
Eyes open,
Face to face I stroke her,
Might slap her, might choke her
She like it,
Put my thumb in her mouth and she bite it,
I can make you scream louder,
If you want it I could get it,
If you got it I got it
(Chris Crack)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Yeah bitch!)
I got it,
They just cappin while I'm poppin,
And that molly had me sloppy,
I'm just tryna jot it,
Huh
Remember anything possible, I just played obnoxious,
Our lives' decided by white mouths and shaded boxes,
Or kill us all that's they favorite option,
Spittin that Dylan, for safe deposits,
They rape the projects then they take the profit,
F*ck cpd and the state department,
And they ain't making no bets
They never tryna to bargain,
Nah u can't even stand next to me,
Now I had to go and cop a necklace,
Thats 1 kilo
Think the Feds listenin' (hello)
I got a bitch thats working for the treasury
True story I'll never go back to my resume,
Sat on his crib for like 7 days,
And I probably hit toya, thats why the records play
No shade,
I ain't going back to my villain ways,
Shit I'm stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade
Yeah,
Hell yeah
(Stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Cantbuydeem)
Block away from the station these niggas is sellin dimes,
Only time I Playstation is when I lie to the cops,
I got a play on my line
I got bail, I'ma bond
I get it to you however, whenever like I'm a bond,
She hide my pack in her crib, I send my pack to her house,
She really live in my lap, and I be all in her mouth,
Like a nosy kid,
Eyes open,
Face to face I stroke her,
Might slap her, might choke her
She like it,
Put my thumb in her mouth and she bite it,
I can make you scream louder,
If you want it I could get it,
If you got it I got it
(Chris Crack)
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
Ahhh, you just let me know
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it
If you got it, you got it
If you got it, you got it
You got it, you got it, you got it
Just let me know
If you got it
Just let me know
(Yeah bitch!)
I got it,
They just cappin while I'm poppin,
And that molly had me sloppy,
I'm just tryna jot it,
Huh
Remember anything possible, I just played obnoxious,
Our lives' decided by white mouths and shaded boxes,
Or kill us all that's they favorite option,
Spittin that Dylan, for safe deposits,
They rape the projects then they take the profit,
F*ck cpd and the state department,
And they ain't making no bets
They never tryna to bargain,
Nah u can't even stand next to me,
Now I had to go and cop a necklace,
Thats 1 kilo
Think the Feds listenin' (hello)
I got a bitch thats working for the treasury
True story I'll never go back to my resume,
Sat on his crib for like 7 days,
And I probably hit toya, thats why the records play
No shade,
I ain't going back to my villain ways,
Shit I'm stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade
Yeah,
Hell yeah
(Stompin in Gucci, spillin this lemonade)
Writer: Christopher Harris, Glenn Beamon
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave