CRAWLIN SLOW

By Baker Ya Maker

Released on January 1, 2013

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I've been a problem since the age twelve

Young coming straight from hell

Drug and sex all on my mind

Purple potion is my spell

Trunky, no respell

In the sky a ballin' pills

Lucid thoughts it kills myself

Acid trips a sold it wheels

Fuck a busta, bitch

Talkin' dat shit about my clique

Hoe you know we're dangerous

Fuck your bitch into your crib

Burning your body in pit

Always as we claim my wheep

Freaky hoes they drop my shit

Want to love, I can't come it

Smoked weed

Tell i can't no mo'

Tell your bitch, can give me back

Tell your mouth

Get sorry, hit that dog

How another one

Bustas no another for that tone

Take it bitches love, say

"hey, baby listen just for fun"

Yеah, i’ma white

I'ma bastard in this ass

Trick his sluts

Bringin' bitches, comin' [?] trill to trash, wasn't a mash

Smoke a sack

Crack [?] for back rеlax

As i fly, I turn this song

On a drugs, [?]

I keep it real

So fuck whatchu you say

Underground shit, all day every day

Underground shit, what u said? got a brick

Underground shit, 'till I'll be put in the grave

Mutha-fucka get down your brain

Six with that door, we spellin' goodnite

Fuck with the SIXSET, isn't heal the pain

Steppin' the dungeon, killin' them vine, bitch