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Crocodile Tears
billy woods ft. HiCoup
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Thirty-two bars on how to rob and kill your neighbors
Still got the nerve to ask God to save ya
The exhale got a whole different flavor
Official policy, don't do me no favors
Oakland Raiders, empire in decline but still got plenty paper
Pennywise, pound-foolish
Bring a mountain to Muhammad, move pounds, stupid
Acapellas, the beast chopped it and looped it
Threw in some minor keys, bars, and hooks
Only option, cop the plea, it's off the books
This year, sink the wrapping up, the wrapping's off, I can hear
You rapping soft, no heart, defibrillate these niggas, clear
Problem with the army is they wanna be the boss
Problem with secret police is it's like a dirty gun you can't toss
President Banana, lips burnt on roaches of 'Bama
Bad idea, like borrowing money in the slammer
Let's stay candid on camera
When you hit the big screen, don't let whitey Space Jam ya
Seein' green under rays gamma
Stunning shades, Ray-Ban'er
You will like me when I'm angry
I got plenty of home training and manners
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me, I been feeling like this a long time
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me, I been feeling like this a long time
Seen folks use the sun, looking at you like you broke
And cats you used to look up to is smoking coke
That's that rope-a-dope, negroes tryna float they boat
In high school, your man's shot was wet
In junior college, though, they trapped the press
Crowd you off that jumper, couldn't even hit the net
And they happy to see you back around the way
Eager to front yay, rock, take a dutch up the block
Slipping back in that role like old slippers
Game on tilt, working them flippers
Start slowing down, the past will get with ya
Five on five, nobody picked ya
Ain't no next, you out the picture
Brown-bagging liquor, you and her bicker
Life crawling by the bottom of the screen like a news ticker
At least you tried, right, nigga?
Put that syrup in the mixture
Feeling like the vic, every sip helps the shoe fit ya
Everything that glitters, old gold, ice cold, thrice fold
Catch the Holy Ghost, and the Spirit waiting for Christ to call
But it's all business, he and God waiting for the price to fall
That's how they do, y'all, that's life, might as well heist the ball
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me, I been feeling like this a long time
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord have mercy, hope that ya heard me
Y'all can't hurt me, I been feeling like this a long time
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