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Chris Crack - Prostitutes Always Have Butterfly Tattoos Lyrics




Yea, yea, yea, yea,
Yea, yea, yea, yea,
Hoes up in this bitch
You know my pimping, ain't gon never chase
And my card could never be declining, imma show my face
Kicked yo bitch up out the car, you hated cause she love my tape
I just say they extra, all invested
You can call it fake
Sliding in the benzo, ask why I pimp hoes
Who is that nigga, late night drunk
We gonna do it much bigger
Just blew six figures
Ain't touching no ceiling and they don't fear you
I was on Lebron live, get out yo feelings
Line em all up and you know i'm gon kill em
Ion know much but I'm knowing drug dealing
Who really don't know em by face
Need a plug, how they go about plays
Tryna get faded, what
Hit the blunt two times now a nigga X-rated
Hoes can't save em, imma stay jaded
Hated
Uncle Rick played for the raiders
When that was in the bay, not Vegas
Big baby Davis, niggas ain't chasing
Catching no cases, told her don't shave it
Stay away from losers
I don't give a f*ck about what you thought
And I'll buy yo catalog for nothing that's how much it cost
Came up from that dirt like we was lurking had to dust me off
What's the problem? Riding clean, keep that thing on side of me
Stay away from losers
I don't give a f*ck about what you thought
And I'll buy yo catalog for nothing that's how much it cost
Came up from that dirt like we was lurking had to dust me off
What's the problem? Riding clean, keep that thing on side of me
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Yea, yea, yea, yea,
Yea, yea, yea, yea,
Hoes up in this bitch
You know my pimping, ain't gon never chase
And my card could never be declining, imma show my face
Kicked yo bitch up out the car, you hated cause she love my tape
I just say they extra, all invested
You can call it fake
Sliding in the benzo, ask why I pimp hoes
Who is that nigga, late night drunk
We gonna do it much bigger
Just blew six figures
Ain't touching no ceiling and they don't fear you
I was on Lebron live, get out yo feelings
Line em all up and you know i'm gon kill em
Ion know much but I'm knowing drug dealing
Who really don't know em by face
Need a plug, how they go about plays
Tryna get faded, what
Hit the blunt two times now a nigga X-rated
Hoes can't save em, imma stay jaded
Hated
Uncle Rick played for the raiders
When that was in the bay, not Vegas
Big baby Davis, niggas ain't chasing
Catching no cases, told her don't shave it
Stay away from losers
I don't give a f*ck about what you thought
And I'll buy yo catalog for nothing that's how much it cost
Came up from that dirt like we was lurking had to dust me off
What's the problem? Riding clean, keep that thing on side of me
Stay away from losers
I don't give a f*ck about what you thought
And I'll buy yo catalog for nothing that's how much it cost
Came up from that dirt like we was lurking had to dust me off
What's the problem? Riding clean, keep that thing on side of me
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Writer: Christopher Harris
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