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48 Crusades Video (MV)




Performed By: UptownBodega
Length: 3:45
Written by: Christian Martinez




UptownBodega - 48 Crusades Lyrics




My flow so sharp I tear my mouth, I be the masochist
My word my bond, u niggas word about as strong as plastic is
I shoulda never smoked that sweet n sour widow
Got me power napping with my eyes open staring out the window
And from me u gets no sympathy
I lost my feelings cuz a nigga stay so incoherent
I lost my bitch just for buying another bitch some earrings
I lost some weight and had to leave the state for goodness sake
Snuck back in my mamas crib and fixed myself a healthy plate
I'm bout my green soon as I wake up like healthy shakes
She lookin at me like boy u funny but don't think you bout to penetrate
And i dont hesitate
I kill that pussy
Bring it back like a seance
Water be the fragrance
New doc on the block, u see I got no patients
My pockets real colorful lined up wit lots of crayons
Squeeze racks out these chickens
Lil mama do it for the D they call her Big Sean
But this is Big Christian, ur server
This game full of chips and its looking like its crunch time, lunch time
If u think it's ur time then u staring at the wrong time
Better check ur wrist watch
I'm just tryna upgrade to an AP from a G-Shock, that's what I call a flip flop
No joke, got fiends yelling out ayo Chris Rock
I lift my shirt up like I'm 2Pac minus the sit-ups
I be the big one at the bando wit a bad ho playing instrumentals
My pockets keep some fat Wallace, ain't that Big
I think I'm too high if I'm being honest
I be a comet
I got that yak mixed wit that chronic
Boy keep me on it

There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please
There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please

Damn near burned off my fingertips from smoking all those clips
Copped my first Coogi sweater back in '06
Then I found out my flow immaculate
So spectacular
I only liked two things back then, it's still the same two
Writing poetry n beating pussy walls until they turn blue
She need some spackle on
A thick accent jawn
Skin buttery in camisoles
U a shoulda woulda coulda ass nigga
Ask niggas
It's Big Chri
I'll have your bitch eating my kids like the creatures from the Stranger Things
I just wanna live in harmony
Tried to stay back, but that pussy it keep calling me
Calling me a problem and she stay problem solving me
Talk to me nice in all white like a orderly
I take a pill I give her 1, 2 like George Forman b
N she attracted to Balenciaga
Heron Preston in my closet
Fast money, quick deposits
I dont know girl, something bout u make my dick the hardest
Yea, my weed smell like a nigga farted
Tell me what u into give you retail, Neiman Marcus
Smoking on some spices from the Far East
My weed bomb like i got ISIS on the blunt leaf

There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please
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My flow so sharp I tear my mouth, I be the masochist
My word my bond, u niggas word about as strong as plastic is
I shoulda never smoked that sweet n sour widow
Got me power napping with my eyes open staring out the window
And from me u gets no sympathy
I lost my feelings cuz a nigga stay so incoherent
I lost my bitch just for buying another bitch some earrings
I lost some weight and had to leave the state for goodness sake
Snuck back in my mamas crib and fixed myself a healthy plate
I'm bout my green soon as I wake up like healthy shakes
She lookin at me like boy u funny but don't think you bout to penetrate
And i dont hesitate
I kill that pussy
Bring it back like a seance
Water be the fragrance
New doc on the block, u see I got no patients
My pockets real colorful lined up wit lots of crayons
Squeeze racks out these chickens
Lil mama do it for the D they call her Big Sean
But this is Big Christian, ur server
This game full of chips and its looking like its crunch time, lunch time
If u think it's ur time then u staring at the wrong time
Better check ur wrist watch
I'm just tryna upgrade to an AP from a G-Shock, that's what I call a flip flop
No joke, got fiends yelling out ayo Chris Rock
I lift my shirt up like I'm 2Pac minus the sit-ups
I be the big one at the bando wit a bad ho playing instrumentals
My pockets keep some fat Wallace, ain't that Big
I think I'm too high if I'm being honest
I be a comet
I got that yak mixed wit that chronic
Boy keep me on it

There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please
There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please

Damn near burned off my fingertips from smoking all those clips
Copped my first Coogi sweater back in '06
Then I found out my flow immaculate
So spectacular
I only liked two things back then, it's still the same two
Writing poetry n beating pussy walls until they turn blue
She need some spackle on
A thick accent jawn
Skin buttery in camisoles
U a shoulda woulda coulda ass nigga
Ask niggas
It's Big Chri
I'll have your bitch eating my kids like the creatures from the Stranger Things
I just wanna live in harmony
Tried to stay back, but that pussy it keep calling me
Calling me a problem and she stay problem solving me
Talk to me nice in all white like a orderly
I take a pill I give her 1, 2 like George Forman b
N she attracted to Balenciaga
Heron Preston in my closet
Fast money, quick deposits
I dont know girl, something bout u make my dick the hardest
Yea, my weed smell like a nigga farted
Tell me what u into give you retail, Neiman Marcus
Smoking on some spices from the Far East
My weed bomb like i got ISIS on the blunt leaf

There's 48 laws of power
Man that's 2 for every hour
Read that shit in half a day n still had time to smoke u dudes like sour
F*ckin on ya bitch for half an hour
N i dont even try I just let her try the powder
I devour any beat u throw at me
Empower all the fiends heroically
Talking all that shit I stare u down real stoically
A moment please
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Writer: Christian Martinez
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