CRS to the motherf*cking Co
Bitch
Yeah
6 shots over ice
Keep me level and nice
I don't take no advice
No need to speak twice
Told my girl that she cool
But I'm in love with my mic
Yeah I gave her the pipe
Now she gone let me write
Gotta focus on the details
He say smoking gas
But he smoking B12
On them purple pills this ain't D12
Honestly surprised if I don't see hell
Ahh Chris man
Don't get em pissed man
Gotta keep it up like a kick stand
Yeah
I keep the gas like I'm bic man
Yeah
Now tell me what you did damn
Nothin?
Not a motherf*ckin thing?
Tell me what the f*ck you think?
Walk-in up to the table
Without a single f*ckin peso
Pinche pendejo
I'm high like an apostrophe
I swear the lord is calling me
Asking for an apology
Told em we gotta speak
On the same f*ckin level
Look at this economy
Then I'm gone what do you want from me
Shit I aint no politician
Its an impossible decision
When to start my own religion
Like where do I start
Take my hand follow me to the dark
It's in my hand I'm just looking for the spark
So we can smoke
Now let me go now
CRS to the CO now
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CRS to the motherf*cking Co
Bitch
Yeah
6 shots over ice
Keep me level and nice
I don't take no advice
No need to speak twice
Told my girl that she cool
But I'm in love with my mic
Yeah I gave her the pipe
Now she gone let me write
Gotta focus on the details
He say smoking gas
But he smoking B12
On them purple pills this ain't D12
Honestly surprised if I don't see hell
Ahh Chris man
Don't get em pissed man
Gotta keep it up like a kick stand
Yeah
I keep the gas like I'm bic man
Yeah
Now tell me what you did damn
Nothin?
Not a motherf*ckin thing?
Tell me what the f*ck you think?
Walk-in up to the table
Without a single f*ckin peso
Pinche pendejo
I'm high like an apostrophe
I swear the lord is calling me
Asking for an apology
Told em we gotta speak
On the same f*ckin level
Look at this economy
Then I'm gone what do you want from me
Shit I aint no politician
Its an impossible decision
When to start my own religion
Like where do I start
Take my hand follow me to the dark
It's in my hand I'm just looking for the spark
So we can smoke
Now let me go now
CRS to the CO now
Bitch
Yeah
6 shots over ice
Keep me level and nice
I don't take no advice
No need to speak twice
Told my girl that she cool
But I'm in love with my mic
Yeah I gave her the pipe
Now she gone let me write
Gotta focus on the details
He say smoking gas
But he smoking B12
On them purple pills this ain't D12
Honestly surprised if I don't see hell
Ahh Chris man
Don't get em pissed man
Gotta keep it up like a kick stand
Yeah
I keep the gas like I'm bic man
Yeah
Now tell me what you did damn
Nothin?
Not a motherf*ckin thing?
Tell me what the f*ck you think?
Walk-in up to the table
Without a single f*ckin peso
Pinche pendejo
I'm high like an apostrophe
I swear the lord is calling me
Asking for an apology
Told em we gotta speak
On the same f*ckin level
Look at this economy
Then I'm gone what do you want from me
Shit I aint no politician
Its an impossible decision
When to start my own religion
Like where do I start
Take my hand follow me to the dark
It's in my hand I'm just looking for the spark
So we can smoke
Now let me go now
CRS to the CO now
Writer: Christopher Escandon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid