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crackheads - klokwerk e lyrics

*you guys wanna smoke cigs with me? (nope)
(i don’t wanna die) me neither, but i wanna have a good time
(we want you to die)
*you want me to die? (yeah)
*do you have a gun in your car? i wanna feel the cold barrel against my dome

[chorus: kyle]
b*tch i f*ck with big dogs that stack bread (b*tch)
b*tch i f*ck with crackheads that crack heads (crack heads)
b*tch i f*ck with french hoes with accents
i could give a f*ck about what you asking

[verse 1: kyle]
i be laughing at these dummies with they hands open
don’t give a d*mn about the rap so what your
it’s circle dap i’m really back i’ll leave your mans frozen
i keep the pack i’ll really cook you like a d*mn oven
your mans bluffin’ he’s banned and he been ducking
can’t stand what these hoes man so i ran til’ my toes busted
i damage your whole klan your a kid with your nose crusted
i ran with my own brand got ’em sick and holding they stomach
i’m a god with this no i ain’t sorry b*tch
i hit a harley switch and then i call it quites
i been a gnarly b*tch and you is hardly sh*t you just can’t call me b*tch
you just gon’ hear a
[chorus: kyle]
b*tch i f*ck with big dogs that stack bread (b*tch)
b*tch i f*ck with crackheads that crack heads (crack heads)
b*tch i f*ck with french hoes with accents
i could give a f*ck about what you asking

“wanna make my mom and dad proud. they’re tired of me living at home doing this bullsh*t man. could*could maybe we could make a change oh i’m gonna go it’s gonna be fun*we’re gonna have fun every week every day”

[verse 2: billy]
sho’nuff watch me crack a king cobra til’ i throw up
yesterday’s lunch on your sofa on a whole ‘nother level when i’m gone off a sheet
hide your sh*t he’s a thief better call the police
cause i’m a crackhead homie that’s the words on the street
now put your ear to the gravel bet your learn about me
stealing percs out her purse while your mothers asleep (yummy)
i’ll steal her keys crash the sh*t in the ditch and od
(oh goody!) still fire pack pushing
big silver probe that i use to stab p*ssy
friends call me wook cause with drugs i’m no rookie
snorted so much coke i could probably sell boogies
the perky talking sh*t that’s how you catch a brick
you want me cuck you off that sh*t is obvious
i will not f*ck your b*tch your p*ssies bottomless
you can not call me hoe you just gon’ hear a

- klokwerk e lyrics

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