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lirik lagu crimeapple - wet dirt

wet dirt lyrics
[intro]
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
brown paper packages tied up with strings
(the~the~the~the~) these are a few of my favourite things

revelations, revelations
revelations

[verse 1]
you keep doin’ the same sh~t, i’m doin’ me
all this outreach from people that i used to see (whatever)
i been doin’ it myself, what could you do for me?
feel like the whole world where my foreskin used to be
whole hood in back of me, watch me defy gravity
you sad i’m on top? just have a clorox daiquiri
reynolds rap sh~t in record time, now my line jumpin’
came off the bench, now you layin’ in the pine, cousin (what? cousin)
yeezy backin’ trump, cops k!llin’ babies
they puttin’ my people in cages, flint water, still tainted (still tainted)
i put a ocean between us, everything ain’t wavy
still let a groupie rape me to the sweet sound of eukalailies (sound of eukalailies)
used to waiting for excruciating periods
now i write euphemisms for euthanasia to this flow you phrase (all my phrase)
sixteens for a pastry, twenty~four for a mercedes (for a mercedes)
don’t act crazy, f~cksticks, we all got your ladies (toma)
i was told “dream modest” but i did not conform
my deck honestly fresh cap with the molotov (molotov)
shootin’ movies on the same block i was poppin’ corn
every red light, i think “xxxtentacion” (tentacion)
whoah
[chorus]
got it straight out the wet dirt (straight out the wet dirt)
got it straight out the wet dirt (straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (straight out the wet dirt)
i been lappin’ motherf~ckers had to stretch first (stretch first)
whoah
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i been lappin’ motherf~ckers had to stretch first (stretch first)

[verse 2]
got off the turnpike from raw way (from raw way)
watchin’ users sh~t themselves right in broad day (right in broad day)
hall of fame from the hallway
the load i haul got haters emulatin’ salt bae (salt bae)
dutch is full of alphacross, that powder talk
some free merch, all it take to knock your coward off (your coward off)
these rappers ass, i can’t vouch for y’all
takin’ label meetins’, feelin’ like i got my salad tossed (whoah)
no hair dye, no leggins’ fam ([?])
rich crackers still incineratin’ pentagrams
mothers mourn, placin’ faith into a reverend’s hands
i was born, my pops started shavin’ extra grams (extra grams)
behold death on a white horse
i never fold, never ran or took a night off (nope)
i got my stove cl!ckin’ from the right sauce
spiteful chickens wanna drain me of my lifeforce
my pheromones make fashion nova freaks feral
i palm an asscheek and tell ’em we can see palermo (see palermo)
my pen is like panara sealed in panoramic
weed smellin’ like a ferret, got your plug embarrassed
skip the carats, charles schwab in a laundry mat (in a laudry mat)
i still employ discretion, this is more than rap (this is more than rap)
bag a b~tch lookin’ like all the snacks
my calf muscles still broad, like, who you callin’ fat? (callin’ fat?)
whoah
[chorus]
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i been lappin’ motherf~ckers had to stretch first (stretch first)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i got it straight out the wet dirt (i got it straight out the wet dirt)
i been lappin’ motherf~ckers had to stretch first (stretch first)
whoah

[outro ~ sample of paid in full (2002)]
you know what this is?
(yeah, it’s coke)
yes, but that’s a kilo of coke
(how much is it worth?)
twenty~five thousand
(d~mn.)
no d~mn. d~mn, that’s d~mn good, ok?
(a’ight, i’m sayin’…)
this sh~t on the street, that’s garbage. that’s crud that’s washed with acetone and kerosene
(this~this~this~) this is the best product

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