CHXCKY by Edwin Husten Lyrics
[HOOK]
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x
[Oz The Oddz]
Walkin on the side road
44. put it on my waist tho
That hoe think that his shit would be alive
That’s a no no
No more time to playin
I’m gonna make you quite standin’ watchin me like a scarecrow
Damn bro, that show wack like a funeral
No shout, all doubt with your individual
Lame bars comin’ out, that’s you call it visual ?
Hear you rappin on the stage, I see no miracle
Fuck your gold gold grills
Think your flow ? low still
On the batmobile outta that dreamville
Pop pills, round kills, choppa on the back still
Smoke seed, clappin wack rappers with real deal
Xan pills, took that shit I can go to sleep
Dreamin bout’ shot your head outta you crib
No talent, shit talkin, imma make you flip
Watch you bleed, buds smokin’ when your blood drip
[HOOK]
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x
[Edwin Husten]
Sebut saja ini petaka
Jangan sampai kau celaka
Datang rusuh, buat semua murka
Bila nyali cukup, mari tatap muka
Stop baku tipu, terlalu banyak tingkah
Bicara attitude, kau tak beretika
Dan seketika kejutkan mereka
Dengan gebrakan yang tak kau sangka-sangka
Kira-kira jika kau mencari gara-gara
Maka puji huru-hara, tapi skill terlalu parah
Muka boro suka tara tapi masih pura-pura
Cara main menyimpang, kau sudah tervonis salah
Tebar isu palsu tuk puaskan nafsu
Datang jadi musuh, balik sa kasih jatuh
Taktik kurang jitu, masih kurang ampuh
Datang sa kasih lumpuh para MC angkuh
[HOOK]
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x
[Oz The Oddz]
Walkin on the side road
44. put it on my waist tho
That hoe think that his shit would be alive
That’s a no no
No more time to playin
I’m gonna make you quite standin’ watchin me like a scarecrow
Damn bro, that show wack like a funeral
No shout, all doubt with your individual
Lame bars comin’ out, that’s you call it visual ?
Hear you rappin on the stage, I see no miracle
Fuck your gold gold grills
Think your flow ? low still
On the batmobile outta that dreamville
Pop pills, round kills, choppa on the back still
Smoke seed, clappin wack rappers with real deal
Xan pills, took that shit I can go to sleep
Dreamin bout’ shot your head outta you crib
No talent, shit talkin, imma make you flip
Watch you bleed, buds smokin’ when your blood drip
[HOOK]
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x
[Edwin Husten]
Sebut saja ini petaka
Jangan sampai kau celaka
Datang rusuh, buat semua murka
Bila nyali cukup, mari tatap muka
Stop baku tipu, terlalu banyak tingkah
Bicara attitude, kau tak beretika
Dan seketika kejutkan mereka
Dengan gebrakan yang tak kau sangka-sangka
Kira-kira jika kau mencari gara-gara
Maka puji huru-hara, tapi skill terlalu parah
Muka boro suka tara tapi masih pura-pura
Cara main menyimpang, kau sudah tervonis salah
Tebar isu palsu tuk puaskan nafsu
Datang jadi musuh, balik sa kasih jatuh
Taktik kurang jitu, masih kurang ampuh
Datang sa kasih lumpuh para MC angkuh
[HOOK]
We the clique, ain’t a shit
Blood drippin from your wrist
Play around, you got my fist
Smack those pussy with a bricks
2x