Chris Crack – Sophisticated Ghetto Broad lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Crack]
I was beating down your block, don’t play it out
I ain’t fucking with your calculations, nigga wear it out
I was in my momma basement trying to pray it out
I’m saying now need some space for other shit
357 with the rubber grip

[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
My bitch didn’t buy me a tech for Christmas
I just wanted to bless ‘em with it, shepherd spitting
Sheeps’ll scatter and my son is pious
‘Cause I’m not gonna be no hypocrite
Miss me with all them weak raps and that sissy shit
And these little niggas don’t mix me with, in a six feet ditch
“All I wanna do get this hit, I’ll suck your dick”
Fuck you say, niggas really be on the cops these days
Can’t figure out if it’s just they case [?]
This shit don’t look good, don’t cut your nose off in spite of your face
Hey, all I wanna do is kill ‘em with the music, school ‘em
I ain’t even know how to do it, learned on my own, I was fooling
Nigga sit back and see what we doing, [?] the usual
Texted my bitch while my other bitch twerking
Never had to pay for a service, bitch I was swerving

[Chorus: Chris Crack]
I was beating down your block, don’t play it out
I ain’t fucking with your calculations, nigga wear it out
I was in my momma basement trying to pray it out
I’m saying now need some space for other shit
357 with the rubber grip

[Refrain: Ugly Boy Modeling]
She turn no keys, they jing-a-ling
Monte Carlo keys, they jing-a-ling

[Outro: $tevie Adam$]
[?] while I’m beating, nigga head nod
She call me crazy, who gave the hand job
I called her lazy and gave her a face mob
We make the bed rock, all out of wedlock
You make the bed rock, all out of wedlock
You make the bed rock, all out of wedlock
You make the bed rock, all out of wedlock
We make the bed rock, you little bitch, all out of wedlock