Crackhead Ezel lyrics

by

Kasher Quon


[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse]
It's two in the mornin' and I'm lookin' for some females
You a broke n*gga like Crackhead Ezel (Whore)
You ain't got no money
White b*tch just wanna get high, she a snow bunny
And I poured up some Hi-Tech 'cause my nose runny
Beat a n*gga ass and knock him out like he stole somethin' (pus*y)
Like, get over here
The lil' b*tch said she wanna f*ck, come over here
'Cause I'm ready
My cousin ran off with five-hundred, he petty
Paid sixty for a three-five, smokin' White Cherry
And I only smoke exotic strains, I don't like Larry
Bought a fake ID, now my new name Mike Larry
Was finna f*ck the b*tch 'til I seen she was hairy
I just f*cked a grown-ass b*tch that was married
n*ggas be actin' nowadays, Tyler Perry (Actor)
I'm sick, dawg, [?] actor
You don't really get money for real, you a whole capper
With all this Coronavirus goin' on, I'll dap you
You just got a dirty b*tch pregnant, she trapped you
And I cheated on my b*tch, she slapped me
But it was my fault
Ran off with his BOA, it said my fault (My bad)
Like, my fault, bro, I ain't mean to run off with your car
I'm sippin' on a three right now and I popped a bar
I got this lil' b*tch in a room and she poppin' pus*y
Paid sixty for a three-five, smokin' Wookie Tushy
You ain't gon' do sh*t to me, you a pus*y
You don't really do the scammin' sh*t, you a rookie
The police just pulled me over and they took me (Damn)
And I bonded out
Got a good bond with my b*tch, we in a relationship
We tied in
Broke-ass n*gga tryna sell sh*t at the pawn shop
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch late night and watch Boondocks
I just got approached in the mall by a mall cop (Burger)
Like, what you gon' to me?
My lean man just called in with a three
Black and yellow Scat, this b*tch look like a bumblebee
It's sunny outside, I just got stung by a bumblebee
I told that b*tch your breath stink, you need some Listerine
I just poured up some Hi-Tech in a cream (Tech)
That's a Faygo
I heard that they f*ckin' with my music in Oregon
Paid eight-hundred for my shoes, I ain't standin' in line
Just pulled up to this b*tch house, I'm finna go inside
But I brung a condom 'cause I ain't finna c*m inside (At all)
I'll decorate a n*gga whip like Pimp My Ride
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