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  • @BigDadaCricket
    @BigDadaCricket  ปีที่แล้ว

    Hit up Tron baby
    The chances 50/50
    50/50 Twin playin
    I can roll a spliff in a jiffy
    Wrote a genius bar
    Now my lady crying
    blames it on the onions but
    I know this bitch is lying
    I use a roach as a crutch
    Strictly for the irony
    We should go dutch
    I come in clutch with the clean tut
    Rotate all my shapes
    As I pass through the gate
    It's the Dada Cricket
    Hoes whining like crushed grapes
    Back in '03
    Alternate version of me
    Breakin boys off
    In a Coup d'V
    Acres Home
    All the way to Nacogdoches
    I done pop my trunk
    And turned them boys to cockroaches
    Fifth wheel faint
    While I make use of electronics
    They buzzing like a wasp
    While I punch in the data
    I'm selling pi eighths
    If you read it, it's funny
    If you don't, I give you crumbs
    While you give me your money
    I want the retro blueberry
    If you were there then you know
    If you weren't then I'm sorry
    And that's just how it goes
    Como se va
    Dale mami y tu jefa
    Llamame papa
    Blunts to my head like chancletas
    My patience tends to be short
    Like Aztecas
    I don't shave sometimes
    My face fuzzy like fresas
    Holy moly
    On the porch like an anole
    She tear on my suit
    Then I fill her up like cannoli
    I'm different kinda whore
    The Bishop told me so
    I just bought a backwood
    And filled that bitch up with Oreoz
    Mix in a bit of dosidos
    We call that a salad
    I just copped 6 8ths
    Like I wrote a fucking ballad
    Now I'm stomping on squares
    like I'm playing hopscotch
    My impression of Saturn:
    I take a look at my watch
    I announce 'arivvederci'
    To the devils that are tryna hurt me
    I'm a cold case
    They making copies like Kirby
    I wanna hear the lock click
    Leave me alone
    After I beat up the box
    Like I'm playing cajon
    Austin B in my phone
    Austin A don't get action
    Tron Baby Two-Phones
    He answers both while relaxing
    My body of symbols is girthy
    Like John Madden
    Screens fall in the Black Lodge
    And I'm watching Aladdin
    I heard you watched a TH-cam video
    Man that's crazy
    Gold into fugazi
    The entropy is amazing
    Direct a scene like Raimi
    I'm a spider at the Macy's
    I smell a few Versaces
    But they reekin like ambroxan
    Your personality is cancer
    That was born in July
    Dada got 5 eyes
    Resin ring outlines the circumference
    Of my purchase
    You Shoulda bought some peach rings
    Cuz that dody is worthless
    I'm surrounded by dummies
    From straight up stupid to scummy
    I'm surrounded evil
    And it puts a weight in my tummy
    My coffin smells like chrysanthemum
    Death is my catalyst
    Not a day goes by
    Where I don't miss my amethyst
    I'd trade it for the baddest bitch
    "Oh, Casey, would you?"
    Motherfuckers count your blessings
    I don't practice voodoo
    I feel like Bob choking Laura out
    I feel like Buk kicking Linda off the couch
    Black goo leaks out my mouth
    I came from the North
    But I reside in the South
    My spirit made the same move
    Now I'm fucked like Faust