Welcome to the Crimson Star Casino lyrics

by

Korban Baxter


[Verse 1: Korban Baxter]
This is the Crimson Star Casino
We bout to kick you out
Steal ya favorite broad then I f*ck her in her gaudy blouse
Treat it just like my house
Have a bottle girl giggling on this funky couch
And I'm bout to stretch her out
You know what I'm about
It's your favorite crime boss that'll sock a n*gga jaw if he acting out
You know I'm puffin clouds
And I'm bout to call my dawgs that'll go and break some laws yeah without a doubt
Yeah we take it back to the basics
I hit my n*gga Josh for some beats that I gotta make hits
This for the kids that wanna make greatness
Just shoot for a dream so you n*ggas gotta aim it
Don't leave these n*ggas waiting
These the same n*ggas claiming they ain't faking
Tell these n*ggas salutations
They would hit the 9/11 like they name was Ronald Reagan
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I think I got snake eyes the way I'm seeing em

[Verse 2: Korban Baxter]
Ugh yeah
Yeah n*gga
Bagging them packages
There ain't no accidents
Tell em that we back in it
Got more sticks than a Harry Potter flick
Levitating on the beat
Stuff a b*tch like it's taxidermy
You know we taking leaps
If this my best sh*t then I hate to see your best sh*t
If this my left wrist tell your b*tch she gotta kiss it
My watch froze cold it look like Mountain Everest
And my shoes are alligator
So watch where I'm stepping n*gga
Hit the roulette table betting black on every hand
Make a n*gga suit red when I c*ck back my hand
And the seats look like peanut butter so I call my car Moose tracks air the lobby out
You know we coming through
It's Oswald the lucky n*gga and the samurai Juice
Tearing up sh*t like we was in the booth
Taking that sh*t right back to the roots
Grip you by the collar
Ripping out ya tooth
Tell em Juice, yeah
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