Lyrics Virgen de Guadalupe - CraZ BraZ

Hate me because I'm pretty
Making sense, out-rapping fifty
Bought her those, think they sexy
Fit my raps, they so perplexing
It's just my way of self-expression
She on call, she collecting

I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
What make you think you could hold down a rapper
There's a reason that it's called trapping
I get paid when I'm stuck up in traffic
Play by the law, you get out of practice
Shoot they ass, I'm a motherfucking fascist
I can tell when they haven't listened to the album
Faith in the process, ghost Danny Phantom
Stuck on your first beat, I'm trying to top my first album
Keep a cleaver, no I'm not Haskell
Keep a hairpin, no I'm not Little Rascal
I been having sex, she's a motherfucking asshole
Don't understand this a different type of hustle
Stacking these racks straight off the muscle
Shorty got her legs crossed, she's a scissor
Bad decisions blown off the sizzurp
Lose the tail, grow it back, I'm a lizard
Shorty sucked my dick, and then you kissed her
Everything intentional, I am a professional
Young when I learned the world is not conventional

Anyone I could talk to is not around anymore
Empty seats around me, want the fam to eat
Make a promise, I will stick to it, fucking algae
No shit where I eat, rep South Valley
I will be around for the grand finale
Know it come about when I'm down the alley
Change of topic (Say your name was Sally?)
Got berry lip gloss (Vibe so Halle)
She confused, thought a song about her
I stay high, I'm a lowrider skirt (Skirt)
I'm a maniac, now they closing the curtain
Little mama say I leave the pussy hurting
It's a beautiful thing, insertion
Double-C her purse but she want Birkin
Everyone wanna leave a brother burning
Do what you want, but whatever you do
Don't ask your friends about me, I'm a sick dude
Got baby backspacing, she hop on, sack racing
Think she cool, she a big fan
She the type to fuck a man's man
She fighting that shit, ain't Iran

Malcolm in the Middle, I got pains that's been growing
Been knew you reaping what you're sowing
Shit go down, you keep on rowing
I'm the sunshine when it's snowing
Got jet lag, I'm fly like Boeing
She still think it's in the clothing
One man band, I'm kicking up sand
Everything going according to plan
I'm a marvel, not talking about Stan
Fucking engineer, control the bands
I won't know how to control the stans
Practice the set, not in advance
I'm presidential, Ulysses Grant
This girl just took off her pants

Coming up, my favorite jam was Dope Peddler
I was getting money while my friends played Settlers
(You so fake)
You so fake, professional wrestler

I know the fam won't listen to this tape
That's okay, I will still get them paid
Everybody leave, might need a rake
Might just let it happen bitch, that's fate
Feel like Steve Jobs in seventy-six
I will keep on getting rich
But you the apple of my eye
Be my chick, I'll be your flick