JTL Jaido - CROC CHARM (feat. Raz Nein)
Matt, you're crazyAye
Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm
Feel like Dewey Cox, since a jit I had to walk hard
How you get bag and you blow it all on Wockhardt
Gotta start a podcast, thinking you can talk hard
Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm
Shorty throwing ass in this bitch, got my cock hard
Thinking that he hot, but he sweeter than a Pop Tart
Saying that he on, need a burner just to talk hard bitch
Flex, flex, flex, I just think about stunting
Never been afraid of challenge, I ain't running
You buy it by the gram but it's cheaper by the dozen
You looking like a lick, that's why death came sudden
Push me to the edge, you gon find out
I guess in the room where you did it's, where you die now
I throw a punch, it hurt like Macachev
I'll beat a crackers ass out his Moccasins
I'll beat a bitch ass for the fuck of it
I got so much gas in my dresser, think I smuggle it
Get up off my dick, less you really trying to snuggle it
Showroom flow, you can look but can't touch the shit
This shit like a movie, it ain't HBO
They know how I do it, like the buffalo
Yeah, I'm in FL but need my wrist froze
At a 98 show, this bitch too cold
And I'm in this bitch with Raz, right
Steady skating on the beat like, it's a half pipe
Yeah I feel like Swae Lee, don't go no type
You a dog, it explains why you gon bite
Big shit like horse ass
It was tears, now it's money on the forecast
How you hating on a rapper that do Doordash
Steady stepping on this shit like a doormat
Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm
Feel like Dewey Cox, since a jit I had to walk hard
How you get bag and you blow it all on Wockhardt
Gotta start a podcast, thinking you can talk hard
Jumped in the crowd and I think I lost a Croc Charm
Shorty throwing ass in this bitch, got my cock hard
Thinking that he hot, but he sweeter than a Pop Tart
Saying that he on, need a burner just to talk hard, bitch
Now I got 'em doing moshpits
Swear that I'm a nice guy, I just talk shit
No champagne in the studi, but I pop shit
That boy rap his ass off but he rock shit
That boy hotter than a bitch, no furnace
Chiefing on a wood, ash that shit and then I burn it
Chief Keef, spend this money cause I earned it
She don't like the trap shit, but she heard this
And the flow make dollars, it don't make sense
Too raw but I always practice safe sex
On the court, but I used to be the one on the bench
They unsure, heard this, now they off of the fence
Can't say I don't miss, but it's rare that I do
Life going up and down, like a W do
Had to bring the big guns, MW two
Keep my Crocs on, I don't wear none of my shoes
Bitch
Written by:
Jaiden Ripoll, Sam LeGrand
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