95 Mustangs With Gold Daytons by Chris Crack and Black Matt Lyrics
Yahh
Cutta what up thou
Mack what it is uhhh
Yahhh
Hey man, I think this bitch called the police on me
Verse 1: (Chris Crack)
Crackavelli in this bitch I see you at the tip top
A J Cole feature that’s equivalent to shit sauce
Tryna meet Corinne Bailey Ray at the tip off
Get off to any beat
Niggas ain't feeling me
And definitely ain't seein me
Plug like auxiliary
Dipped on you niggas, peanut butter with the celery
Why they keep telling me
Cheap lies opposite, east side, peace signs don’t exist around here
Im down here for life, bottom of the totem pole
You don’t know my situation, bitch nigga slow your role
I know its cold on the other side
Pillow soft ass niggas can’t even bust a rhyme
Your bed time had been past
Gold rings on me like Sinbad
Or sonic the hedge hog, dead parts
Psycho drama nigga, because im ready to get my pimp on
Smoke em like a menthol
Hook (X2): (Black Matt)
Got bars in the basement, bodies in the yard
Only fucking thing you hear yappin is the dogs
Verse 2: (Chris Crack)
A Marlboro, never eating at dominoes
But on another note, I just want to fuck Donica in the back of a Honda with like 300 people watching
Im not a mobster, just a gangster by nature
Not naughty or nothing
Claudia wanted me to come back to her room after the party had started from acid tabs in the bath room
And people just assume
That I was getting head
[?]
Master of these rap tunes
Ive been a god
Chilling in the synagog
Bitch I want 2 or 3 stamps on my dinner card
Been in charge, getting ripped apart
Its like a dysfunctional family sending Christmas cards
Role play pick your part
Hook (X2)
Cutta what up thou
Mack what it is uhhh
Yahhh
Hey man, I think this bitch called the police on me
Verse 1: (Chris Crack)
Crackavelli in this bitch I see you at the tip top
A J Cole feature that’s equivalent to shit sauce
Tryna meet Corinne Bailey Ray at the tip off
Get off to any beat
Niggas ain't feeling me
And definitely ain't seein me
Plug like auxiliary
Dipped on you niggas, peanut butter with the celery
Why they keep telling me
Cheap lies opposite, east side, peace signs don’t exist around here
Im down here for life, bottom of the totem pole
You don’t know my situation, bitch nigga slow your role
I know its cold on the other side
Pillow soft ass niggas can’t even bust a rhyme
Your bed time had been past
Gold rings on me like Sinbad
Or sonic the hedge hog, dead parts
Psycho drama nigga, because im ready to get my pimp on
Smoke em like a menthol
Hook (X2): (Black Matt)
Got bars in the basement, bodies in the yard
Only fucking thing you hear yappin is the dogs
Verse 2: (Chris Crack)
A Marlboro, never eating at dominoes
But on another note, I just want to fuck Donica in the back of a Honda with like 300 people watching
Im not a mobster, just a gangster by nature
Not naughty or nothing
Claudia wanted me to come back to her room after the party had started from acid tabs in the bath room
And people just assume
That I was getting head
[?]
Master of these rap tunes
Ive been a god
Chilling in the synagog
Bitch I want 2 or 3 stamps on my dinner card
Been in charge, getting ripped apart
Its like a dysfunctional family sending Christmas cards
Role play pick your part
Hook (X2)