paroles de chanson Mr Crokker - Nawfside Deuce feat. Hellroad Roddy & Hundose

(Bitch)
Deuce i might shoot a Fukk nigga(Bitch)
Talk Down onna Gang Den He better keep strap

Yung nigga been robbin Dese niggas been talkin
But ain Getting no money Dey can't even Get Dapped(Dey broke)
I used ta be broke Den a bitch n i itch Fa a Likk
Bakk inna Days run in yo trap(Come Here)
I Got kikked outta skoo i ran off onna tool Middle Finger Da skoo
N i neva Looked bakk (Fukk skoo Fukk skoo)
Dont Fukk witt Dese niggas Dey stressin Dese bitches(aye)
Tamat Dey Gangsta He kiddin(Dey whipped)
He say He want smoke but ik He pretending(Dey Cap)
Lil bro Left Da strap in His pictures(He Pussy)

Dese niggas tryn Flex Fa Dese bitches(Stop Flexin)
Dey Doin Da most tryna cap and pretend He a killa(Dey Cap)
Dese bitches see thru it pullup n Get right on Dey knees
Guz ik Fukk n Get bakk to Da riches(Fukkin ya Hoe)

Bitch i juhh went to a party Last week
Tell me why i Had beef witt Like Half of Da party (smoke? where?)

I Done ran off on sum niggas was Fukkin Dey bitches(Who? say sum)
I beat em or served Dey ass parsley(Lil bitch)

Im High as a Fukk im rollin off a bean
If a nigga wanna tweak
Grab Da Heat Yup probably(Less Hit Less shoot)

Dis Gas Got me stukk i cant move out my seat
Nigga ain want no beef Guz ian shoot up Da party(Lil bitch Big Deuce)

Kikk inna Do n run up on yo rakks take it bakk to Da trap
I start Flippin Dem pakks(Gimme Dat)

Wen i was a Lil nigga smokin my sakk n i'll Get it right bakk(Gas)
But ian makin no stakks(Da Gas)
Finesse Game 3 crazy came zip off a Half
Niggas know ima Flip it yu Like How i cap
I Dont Give no Fukk bout no bitch n ion wanna Hit
Yu tryn set up sum Likks n sell bags?(Lil bitch)
(Trap Cap)Fuckin yo bitch in a Jag'
12 on my ass so im Doin Da Dash
Cappin off all Dese Lil bags
If you aint First Den you Last
Met Da Lil bitch inna class
Steppin off Fresh screamin mf tags
Balmain and Trueys Dey all on my ass
Moschino belt cost more Den a pound of Da Gas
Lil baby Look Good Den u know ima Thrax
Huh Lil baby Look Good and u know ima Hit
Fucking with ant Got me all in Da 6
Im juugin off bags while u cappin off zips
Busting Dese moves Got me countin up Fits
Hit yo big Homie with a band of Dem Fits
He all on yo ass cause u took on Da risk
2210 Get to Fucking His bitch
2210K stamped in Dis bitch
Diamonds shine bright Like a Lamp in Dis bitch
Juug and Finesse ima cap in Dis bitch
Know 10 of us Got straps in Dis bitch
Lotta Bands by Da Bin when Da backend
Issa big booty bitch beat Her back in
Nigga Cap nigga talkin bout Da packs in
Fiction yeen really Living what you rapping
(yea Get it)
I Had to stack up my bread

? Hundose crashout
Bitch ima Go Fed
But i see in His eyes Dat He scared
Bitch i walk with the reapers and smelling Da Fear
And we came out the jungle with bears
Now i Gucci my collar i'm rocking the bears
Triple cross end Dis shit From Da Field
How i make Dat bitch up
How i Lay in my bed
And why ian scared of nobody?
.40 bullets Got no name on it
Bigger body Dassa bigger target
My bitch say im tripping say Da perky talking
My boy serve Da Jays Dat Look Like mr Crocker
Add Da money any situation im adapting
Like Da navy i Got a boat and im Da captain
Get Da backend and Go add to a mill ima stash it
(Yea)