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laugh now - crimeapple & big ghost ltd lyrics

[intro]
pff
woah, tell a b*tch throw some salt over her shoulder
look

[verse]
around the world i roam, i still be in my zone
i used to ride the new jersey trains or bus alone
look how much i’ve grown (yuh)
a rapper couldn’t throw me a bone, nah (nah)
just leave it alone, i’m michael jordan, i play for the team i own (woah)
shorty said she wanna see my home, but got slayed in the telly
she still gave me the ‘fetti, the milk got sprayed on the belly (ay)
i rather get payed in a hurry
romanticly, plеase pardon my brevity (i’m solid)
couldn’t foresee how i brеak bein’ my specialty
need an ass the size of cherokees
b*tch doin’ the towel, she was sweatin’ me
enemies come to the table, me and the devil eat (yup)
you dudes just rap, there is no comfortable death for me
you can use my math if you and the sheriff speak (f*ck outta here)
’bout a decade of blood thrist and the plug’s work (woah)
you just paraphrasin’ my life story in a snug shirt (woah)
i slunged dirt when the connect wasn’t connectin’ (yeah)
i connected the dots; turned words to a profession (i really did)
i might of never gotten this far without discretion (shh)
now it’s all tens in my section, steppin’ out some sh*t that’s from the jetsons
every verse came from depression
my heritage is makin’ five star cuisine with intestines (aha, aha)
every curse came with a blessin’ (yup)
the double*edge sword swing
coward wouldn’t dare rob me, broke into my home
i got more bling (woah) more chains, more rings (woah)
automobile german steel
if my dogs don’t make you feel the pain i know the verses will (ay*yay*yay)
i seen behind the curtain, still, can’t walk away from the game
half these rap dudes y’all idolise got kool aid in they veins
i was too late, it’s a shame, we could’ve had structure
now you gettin’ hoodwinked by these three*dollar*bill motherf*ckers
a beard full of graze, aids*havin’ ill motherf*ckers
spittin’ a bunch of sh*t inspired by the real motherf*ckers (f*ckers)
i don’t feel motherf*ckers (nah)
but you still gotta look yourself in the mirror when the sun come up
and how does that feel, motherf*cker?
if i was you i probably wouldn’t let this song play (no)
sh*t, if i was you i’d probably slit my wrist the long way
f*ck it, i get more cake, more champagne bubblin’ (woah)
no ties to the government, inshallah n0body in my camp strugglin’
trimmin’ up bonsai tree, then meditate for a punitive
i execute properly, cop more property with the publishin’
old friends with hare brain schemes want me stuck with ’em
you knew the old me, the new me probably somewhere in london lit (ay*yay*yay)
with my jamaican side piece, she from shepherd’s bush
she know i used to stretch and cook, nowadays i measure books
rock the athletic fashion or the all leather look (i mean)
just depends on what’s happenin’ and how the weather look
[outro]
yeah*yeah (i mean)
either way (uh)
yup

- crimeapple big ghost ltd lyrics

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