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crap hands - premo rice, king joe, aye jae lyrics

[verse 1: king joe]
put your money on me, like cr*p hands
i was stressed out, ’til the pack landed
you was the man until the king came
pourin’ d’usse like a lean ape
heart cold like green bay
you n*ggas off brand, like some team j’s
i like things that appreciate
i could make in a month what a teacher make
and i don’t write, n*gga grade that
chillin’, getting high like state tax
i don’t rap i state facts
eight hundred percent flips off of eight racks
don’t worry ’bout these n*ggas ’cause they makeshift
like you bought a bag full of cakе mix
when we was young, we usеd to take sh*t
now i got a chance to be a great, b*tch

[verse 2: aye jae]
it’s about the money, weed, b*tches and ice
stupid n*gga, this is the life
always taking risks, f*ck you n*ggas’ advice
stupid n*gga, this is the life
it’s about the money, weed, b*tches and ice
stupid n*gga, this is the life
taking risks every day, f*ck you n*ggas’ advice
stupid n*gga, this is the life
it’s too many mini*me’s i seen ’em do this before
new versace velour, them b*tches rock with the boy
we been out here making classics, some b*tches drop to the floor
n*ggas tried to roadblock it, they couldn’t stop us before
ain’t no f*cking rap friends, my n*ggas plotting for war
and that’s all y’all
michael jordan with this sh*t, in other terms: a ball hog
b*tches trying to contact me, block ’em from the call log
where the f*ck my condoms b*tch, we never f*ckin’ raw dog
me and king be at the table, money down on all talk
my n*ggas big dogs, you p*ssy n*ggas all small
know that we gon’ toss them phones if see the law called
d*mn, i miss my granny cornbread with the hog maws
all you n*ggas all fraud, so when we leave the show we sliding d*ck all inside y’all broads
they bring a pound of weed, that sh*t sitting in the tall jars
we need a couple thousand, give a f*ck about what y’all charge
[verse 3: premo rice]
okay, i used to be clean in my ice*blue jag
your b*tch make a wish as a pimp slide past
the eye, stop and spend some cash
her eyes drop and she choose on the ave
my mouthpiece frigid, talk a ho out her heels
big league cheddar, let you know how i feel
worldwide weather, i got snow on brazil
real smooth stepper, i’ma walk in the field
real troops moving, droppin’ bombs in the trap
real juice moving, i’m a don and a mack
four, five g’s, put it all on the table
real p shooting, hit the 7 in cr*ps

- premo rice king joe aye jae lyrics

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