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Paroles de Cracka

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Paroles de la chanson Cracka par King Martin lyrics officiel

Cracka est une chanson en Anglais

Need a hundred million poles (Let's Go) kill um all dead on da flow (On the Flo). Killing in da sleep Freddie home(He home). Taken out they souls ripping off they sculls. Boil a whole family in a bowl (In a bowl). Line um all up to da doe (To da doe). Put the dead bodies on da flo (On the Flo) run um all over with a plow (With a plow). Young niggas go (Let's go) kill des muthafuck fa my bros. I don't give a fuck about da poes (Fuck the poes).

Fuck niggas sleeping cut da head off of da demon. I'm seeing through the lies to the meaning. I'm lurking and I'm creaping throw a racist cracka in the deep in. Think we wasting time cause we see um. Nigga wanna be um lead Um to the light now it's time to meet the reaper. cll I got is murder on my mind call Jesus. I ain't turning cheeks I'm a heathen. cll I turn is chambers like I'm running out of fingers. cll I got is anger and I'm running out of thinking. I don't see the reason we ain't left these cracka's bleeding. Or hanging in the streets just to teach um. Show des racist fucks what it means to be in grieving. Teach des stupid fucks how to really be a daemon. Let the chamber blow. I don't wanna cry no mo lord can you heal my soul. I'm running out of hope all I got is blood on this muthfuckaing flow.

Need a hundred million poles (Let's Go) kill um all dead on da flow (On the Flo). Killing in da sleep Freddie home(He home). Taken out they souls ripping off they sculls. Boil a whole family in a bowl (In a bowl). Line um all up to da doe (To da doe). Put the dead bodies on da flo (On the Flo) run um all over with a plow (With a plow). Young niggas go (Let's go) kill des muthafuck fa my bros. I don't give a fuck about da poes (Fuck the poes).

Yeah, Kill a KK with the cK Murder Murder Muthafucka on my mind all day yeah. Neva getting paid niggas stay getting paid what the fuck you niggas talking bout I got a big yeah. Fuck a police bitch it ain't no piece bitch I'm out in des streets bitch and the shit real deep. It's a race war now and you bitches gone see black man stand up and murder that beast. They lock us in jail and take us off the streets, Yeah. We get in that bitch and we still on retreat, Yeah. Black Lives Matter you my brother we don't beef. Put a black man in power and the whole fam eat. You a bitch muthafucka why you hate'n on me, I'm a bread winner boy I'm a real OG. It's a hard task trnna make a blind man see you a dead muthafucka you fucking with me, bitch.

Need a hundred million poles (Let's Go) kill um all dead on da flow (On the Flo). Killing in da sleep Freddie home(He home). Taken out they souls ripping off they sculls. Boil a whole family in a bowl (In a bowl). Line um all up to da doe (To da doe). Put the dead bodies on da flo (On the Flo) run um all over with a plow (With a plow). Young niggas go (Let's go) kill des muthafuck fa my bros. I don't give a fuck about da poes (Fuck the poes).
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Auteur: RODNEY MARTIN
Copyright: Songtrust Ave

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