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YUNG KRONIK - CARL JOHNSON (feat. Tokes) Lyrics



YUNG KRONIK - CARL JOHNSON (feat. Tokes) Lyrics




[ Featuring HighDownLo ]

Oh, yeah, let's go These fake f*cking rappers are really just
Pedophiles getting exposed You wanted a fight, thought you brought the
Fight Bitch, we're bringing out a war
Knock, knock, not waiting, I'll kick in the door

I'm getting sick to death of hearing your complaints
While you were fast asleep, I composed a team of total sharks
Honed our skill till our teeth were razor sharp
Silently reminded y'all the ocean dark and violent (see)

I can't sleep, I'm over the edge, out of my head
Dying inside, I'm afraid of this might end, whoa
Hickey out of bed, now I'm anxious in my damn mind
There's whiskey in the cupboard, screaming

"Gabe, let's take a shot, do a line"
Hit a lick and a rip off the bong
Oh, hold on up and let's get higher, higher
Pop one, pop three, I ain't got no limits

I've
I ain't been high in a minute, green light
Go-pro let's take photos, it's ree promo
You look so good, I look good too
It's my show though, please give me some room

Been up all night, lost track of time
Got low hope, but we ain't got wine
And I swear I'm doing fine, and my shorties still thine
And some naughties on my mind, and my blood's so cold like 2029

Payback's a bitch, I thought I told you motherf*ckers stay up off my bitch
Stay up out my way, cause I don't f*cking play
Slap a motherf*cker homie straight up in the face
For trying to mad dog, act like he's f*cking brave

I'm tired of these lines, I'm tired of these wannabe
Motherf*ckers acting like they really f*cking gangster
Man, I put a pistol in your ear, you want me bopping like a bitch
I don't really give a f*ck, that's just the way it is

If you f*cking with me, then you f*cking with my motherf*cking family
It's just the way it has to be
Another bitch in the ground, another f*cking body found
If you think you f*cking with me, well you're just a f*cking clown

Hell yeah, I get to round, I need a f*cking pound
A f*cking ounce ain't gonna really do shit
I'm in the game, I'm in the street
Hell yeah, I'm throwing peas

Cross out my f*cking bitch-ass f*cking enemies
Every time you f*cking creep my motherf*cking block
Well you see, my name on the spot
I give a f*ck about a pig, I give a f*ck about a bitch

I give a f*ck about a ho, just the f*cking way it is
I only give a f*ck about my motherf*cking money and my family
Motherf*cking little dummy, I give a f*ck about me
Give a f*ck about a bitch, I give a f*ck about a ho

Just the f*cking way it is
Hell yeah, you see me in the seats, I keep it a G
You cross out my name, I'ma find you real quick
I give a f*ck about a bitch, I give a f*ck about a ho

Hell yeah, I'm in the streets, I hold my own, I hold my weight
I give a f*ck about a bitch
It's a double S-O, I throw it up real quick
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Oh, yeah, let's go These fake f*cking rappers are really just
Pedophiles getting exposed You wanted a fight, thought you brought the
Fight Bitch, we're bringing out a war
Knock, knock, not waiting, I'll kick in the door

I'm getting sick to death of hearing your complaints
While you were fast asleep, I composed a team of total sharks
Honed our skill till our teeth were razor sharp
Silently reminded y'all the ocean dark and violent (see)

I can't sleep, I'm over the edge, out of my head
Dying inside, I'm afraid of this might end, whoa
Hickey out of bed, now I'm anxious in my damn mind
There's whiskey in the cupboard, screaming

"Gabe, let's take a shot, do a line"
Hit a lick and a rip off the bong
Oh, hold on up and let's get higher, higher
Pop one, pop three, I ain't got no limits

I've
I ain't been high in a minute, green light
Go-pro let's take photos, it's ree promo
You look so good, I look good too
It's my show though, please give me some room

Been up all night, lost track of time
Got low hope, but we ain't got wine
And I swear I'm doing fine, and my shorties still thine
And some naughties on my mind, and my blood's so cold like 2029

Payback's a bitch, I thought I told you motherf*ckers stay up off my bitch
Stay up out my way, cause I don't f*cking play
Slap a motherf*cker homie straight up in the face
For trying to mad dog, act like he's f*cking brave

I'm tired of these lines, I'm tired of these wannabe
Motherf*ckers acting like they really f*cking gangster
Man, I put a pistol in your ear, you want me bopping like a bitch
I don't really give a f*ck, that's just the way it is

If you f*cking with me, then you f*cking with my motherf*cking family
It's just the way it has to be
Another bitch in the ground, another f*cking body found
If you think you f*cking with me, well you're just a f*cking clown

Hell yeah, I get to round, I need a f*cking pound
A f*cking ounce ain't gonna really do shit
I'm in the game, I'm in the street
Hell yeah, I'm throwing peas

Cross out my f*cking bitch-ass f*cking enemies
Every time you f*cking creep my motherf*cking block
Well you see, my name on the spot
I give a f*ck about a pig, I give a f*ck about a bitch

I give a f*ck about a ho, just the f*cking way it is
I only give a f*ck about my motherf*cking money and my family
Motherf*cking little dummy, I give a f*ck about me
Give a f*ck about a bitch, I give a f*ck about a ho

Just the f*cking way it is
Hell yeah, you see me in the seats, I keep it a G
You cross out my name, I'ma find you real quick
I give a f*ck about a bitch, I give a f*ck about a ho

Hell yeah, I'm in the streets, I hold my own, I hold my weight
I give a f*ck about a bitch
It's a double S-O, I throw it up real quick
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Writer: Fablian Leon, Gabriel Richard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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YUNG KRONIK - CARL JOHNSON (feat. Tokes) Video
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Performed By: YUNG KRONIK
Featuring: HighDownLo
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Fablian Leon, Gabriel Richard

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