Crambodia (feat. Amanda Blank & Ghostface Killah)

Plastic Little

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    Gucci black banana boat, got bananarama blow
    (Yeah what that mean?) that means I got a lot of coke
    Patron with chicka pro, packofrats, he's a pro
    You was just a so and so, nigga, nobody know
    Just a local zero, nobody's hero
    No body's child please knock this nigga out
    Rap niggas we hit 'em like we kimbo
    And they kinfolk, yo homey get so simple
    Crambodia romeo, it's a rodeo
    Roll 'em up, these soco ass, seven hundred club like
    Oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh-e-oh, ali-ali-ali-free
    Plus we loving weed, can't seem to get enough of thee
    P little, we wear it well like el debarge
    Yo, homey, you call those crews a squad?
    Go home, go home, come back tomorrow when you got the dope hook-up, push it

    Niggas ain't fit it, no shame, the name shit it
    It's j-o-n rain on 'em, or it's pimp, man, the same kid's
    Sleeping in the club, I snuck in the back way
    Took a nap, all you muthafuckas get the gas face
    So grab the ashtray, I'm bout to celebrate
    It's saturday, and I'm not dead or celebate
    On an elephant, holding my dick in quicksand
    Man, that crambodia, will grab a hold of you quick
    And never let go, stomp your face like a death show
    It's a different world, dwayne wayne's got the best blow
    And dress clothes by espo on the best for
    Like flight 93, yo let's roll, spank rock in the headphones
    Coke and wet, yo wet and coke
    I'll do it til I'm fifty and broke, for a 20 and smoke
    It's plenty dope, anybody wanna know about it
    Tell 'em ask bombadillo, he'll show him about it

    I'm the first lady up, acid wise and decks
    Like texas sex, ya'll muthafuckas think rock can't jive
    And dress up fans, kick stands and fake tans
    Bubblegum a little tongue, I put a strap on for my man
    I'm alright, nor can I block on fake nails and fucking
    How this bitch get the remix, which electronic's dick she sucking
    One said don't know nothing, always bitching about something
    Laugh my ass off to the bank, ya'll can keep on fronting
    Thinking I don't know my place, like yo this little girl's bugging
    Said she save her old face for ghostface, his loving
    I'm that chicken, I'm the shit, I'm getting too big for my britches
    B-I-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the bitches
    B-I-g-g-e-s-t, c-u-n-t of all the bitches
    This pussy's powerful like whoa, I'm gon' wake up tommy lee
    The way the metal has these strippers all over me
    I roll with l-I-t-t-l-e plastic
    We writes classic rhymes for all the bad kids
    And all the crazy ladies, for derelict men like kool ken
    I fucking kick out my bed
    No for real, son, get the fuck out my bed

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    This slang baby, come si dice, and make it look it easy
    I'm breaking noise, popping pcps, so roll the greasy
    Roll us, scuff our tennis up, they flee the g's
    From philly, electronic babies they took over your city
    Put it down, back and downtown, no one your les
    All off a booger suga mama, with a packofrats
    I raise a bar, push the highlight smoke
    Then these art faggy niggas run up and got ghost
    Sucka nigga pop star, we just lick g
    First to look freaky, sheek and skinny jeans
    Seen reading magazine, push looking in
    Never on it, the brooklyn accents, authentic back shit, bitch

    It's bulletproof round three, pull out my pee-pee
    And pee-pee pon your front teeth
    Offer you a sweet g and be about my business
    These underground rap niggas sound so leaky
    And I'm rapped ziplock, without the jock strap
    That's balls to the wall, dog, drag race rap
    Huh, you niggas doing laps
    Like dogs in the park looking for a scooby snack
    Getting nowhere fast, so sick, oooh ooh sit
    And be a good bitch, it's the fungus prince of wonderland
    Dipping in a brandywine man of more
    Floating on my back blowing purple smoke
    Looking way iller than your neighborhood crip again
    Filling it, til ya papa and your mama got that feeling again
    And we dancing on a ceiling
    Crooklyn, up to buck it, niggas momma having fun in your house
    While you out buying something for your kids to eat
    We cat or maury thugging these bitches and they sticking to my cock and pause it
    Crooklyn, up to buck it, niggas momma having fun in your house
    While you out buying something for your kids to eat
    We cat or maury thugging these bitches and they sticking to my cock and pause it

    Yo, sit back and watch me gleam like oxyclean
    Getting six sick bitches but the drop is mean
    Draped in furs and lenin, hard denim, the god's winning
    Looking fresh to death like john lennon
    The waves spinning, dark gucci frames, cover my grill
    Catch me in the tabloids, feeling sharp as a quill
    My neck is heavy, my wrist got a mind of it's own
    Take a look and get blinded by the size of this stone
    Diamonds is flawless, son, I'm like the stars in orbit
    Historic imported jewels, that's the reason I brought it
    Black bubble beam, lay back and buckle in
    Keep money stacks that overlap like double chins
    I, guzzle gin, go back and double twins
    Told her friends, that a late nigga's for a couple innings
    This is theodore, make no mistakes about it
    We buy the bar out, even when the shit ain't crowded

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    Composición: King Honey y J. Folwer

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