Crocodile Python

Album: Black Market (2015)
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  • Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
    Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
    My son's mother don't know when or where to start
    All the years that I known her, trick never had a job
    Unemployed that'll get a bitch depressed
    But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with finesse
    I took a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and learn
    Have your ass in a church before I end the verse
    Rims on the whip got it looking hypnotic
    Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas watching
    Crocodile python, all my ice on
    And ain't nobody fucking with me while the mics on
    She so ecstatic when I fuck her with the lights on
    I feel the same when my niggas send the kites home

    Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
    They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
    Every time I turn around
    Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
    Ten million was the last check
    Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt
    They want to own every thing I own
    They sends drones to survey my home
    Suits designed to protect my wealth
    Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself

    Cubans on my neck looking like a python
    On the couches I'm the one they got their eyes on
    Skip your name, now they want to know your tax bracket
    Tell 'em that you with me and the pussy's automatic
    I paid dues in these streets
    I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these streets
    Family asked me am I in Illuminati
    Beat twenty cases like John Gotti
    White man fear a nigga with a free mind
    And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine
    Took my Rolex and gave me an ankle monitor
    So many angles these haters'll start popping up
    Renounced my citizenship and moved to Singapore
    Couple tax breaks all accounts offshore

    Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
    They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
    Every time I turn around
    Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
    Ten million was the last check
    Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt
    They want to own every thing I own
    They sends drones to survey my home
    Suits designed to protect my wealth
    Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself

    She fell in love with the flow, such a beautiful stroke
    Fascinated allegation kilo grams of that coke
    Roll with 25 and never knew his social number
    Mac-11 for that Gucci belt to go up under
    Black man's pride, see it in my eyes
    Fayette county prosecutor want to take a nigga house
    So much disdain for the police
    Clan rally niggas swang from them oak trees
    Wood wheel in the Wraith on the skinny tires
    Crocodile python seats on the carbon fiber
    Hot boy, stash box in the gas tank
    Man of leisure to the top I took the staircase

    (Maybach Music)

    Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
    They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
    Every time I turn around
    Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
    Ten million was the last check
    Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt
    They want to own every thing I own
    They sends drones to survey my home
    Suits designed to protect my wealth
    Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself Writer/s: ANTHONY REID, Burt Bacharach, BURT F BACHARACH, Christopher Wallace, Hal David, Jahlil Orlando Tucker, Markeith Anthony Reid, ORLANDO JAHLIL TUCKER, Osten Harvey, OSTEN S. JR. HARVEY, William Leonards Roberts, WILLIAM ROBERTS
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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