BLOOD ON MY BLACK GHETTO CROCS REMIX by TTG Kobe Lyrics
[Verse 1: Plydough]
I'm a dirty boy, I'm underground, I'm fuckin yo bitch and she makin a sound
I stole yo bitch, she on my dick, she lickin my toe and she gettin some bone
She grab on my cock and I can't make her stop
She breakin my dick, She makin it pop bitch
Fuck em up I got blood on my crocs
Knife in my pocket i'm makin hot
Satanic rapper, I think that he a capper
I don't see him like ghost, I think boy a casper
Sippin lean he trappin and he claimin he is a trapper
But we dont see no evidence of him bein bout his shit
Black ghetto crocs on my feet
I got blood on my black ghetto crocs
I got blood on my black ghetto crocs
Ha ha, Yo this shit dumb bro
[Verse 2: TTG Kobe]
But some niggas clock me in or any other degree you know what im speakin
Damn these niggas must be tweakin
Get them free I need my niggas you can't stop me now
Im just too cocky
My neck, My wrist and we go hard true crime in the streets of P.A
Me and every other brother are fine but we dont copy
Remember break that when the cop comes in my life
Tell me what I do you hear my jam when they yell it too
My traumatized self in this unbearable hell and do well
And is what in the store man i ain't got a clue its ironic cuz even when i fell off i stay on my shit
Im like my nigga flash
Fighting crimes and its like some clinging shit and call away
Blast process you half ass step like class is clay
The same 10 artist are on there shit too
Oh I love this girl so lets get this in girl
Bitches call me Jack Cameron living I been doin my thing
Living my dream by 19
Even now in my project watching quarters hurl
Yeah, Chicken heads open inside the thighs
Street flys and Glock 45, My team will rise back 18th
Fight
Figured and its worth the wait now im dressin to impress this blind date im stickin
I'm a dirty boy, I'm underground, I'm fuckin yo bitch and she makin a sound
I stole yo bitch, she on my dick, she lickin my toe and she gettin some bone
She grab on my cock and I can't make her stop
She breakin my dick, She makin it pop bitch
Fuck em up I got blood on my crocs
Knife in my pocket i'm makin hot
Satanic rapper, I think that he a capper
I don't see him like ghost, I think boy a casper
Sippin lean he trappin and he claimin he is a trapper
But we dont see no evidence of him bein bout his shit
Black ghetto crocs on my feet
I got blood on my black ghetto crocs
I got blood on my black ghetto crocs
Ha ha, Yo this shit dumb bro
[Verse 2: TTG Kobe]
But some niggas clock me in or any other degree you know what im speakin
Damn these niggas must be tweakin
Get them free I need my niggas you can't stop me now
Im just too cocky
My neck, My wrist and we go hard true crime in the streets of P.A
Me and every other brother are fine but we dont copy
Remember break that when the cop comes in my life
Tell me what I do you hear my jam when they yell it too
My traumatized self in this unbearable hell and do well
And is what in the store man i ain't got a clue its ironic cuz even when i fell off i stay on my shit
Im like my nigga flash
Fighting crimes and its like some clinging shit and call away
Blast process you half ass step like class is clay
The same 10 artist are on there shit too
Oh I love this girl so lets get this in girl
Bitches call me Jack Cameron living I been doin my thing
Living my dream by 19
Even now in my project watching quarters hurl
Yeah, Chicken heads open inside the thighs
Street flys and Glock 45, My team will rise back 18th
Fight
Figured and its worth the wait now im dressin to impress this blind date im stickin