Joey Badass - CRASH DUMMY (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Joey Badass - CRASH DUMMY (en) Lyrics
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It's about time, nigga, goddamn (Take
money), almost got sick of waitin'
Like a bad doctor, nigga, I ain't
got a lot of patience
Y'all niggas back on the
clock (Take money)
And anything past twenty-four hours
is a shot clock violation
What's the current situation?
Niggas just clickbaitin'
How predictable, this the
angle I was anticipating
And thank you for making it clear
to me that Dot scared, but yeah
I was at the party, but
I also saw Top there
In fact, we was talkin' bout
the same very plot here
Y'all niggas goin' out sad 'cause
I'm the one on top tier
He said, "Hey, Joey, I got this artist
named Ray Vaughn" (Uh-huh)
"And I'd appreciate if you would
really help me put him on"
I said, "Okay, Top, but you
know it's gon' cost you"
You know I really want the one
who elevated your roster
I'm on these niggas' headtop, rise
to the top like dreadlocks
Joey got the whole rap
game in a headlock
I'm lettin' off headshots (Take money)
I seen this whole shit from
afar, the way I red-dot
Niggas can't walk on these shoes, though,
they dead stock (Take money)
Lately been enjoying the perks,
but I don't med pop
I pop out and show niggas how
they ho niggas (Take money)
Simultaneously aiming
at least four niggas
How many more niggas is it really gonna
take to drop him? (Take money)
They need 101 Dalmatians just
to spot 'em and got 'em
My lyrical Drac' makin' 'em beat box
I won't hesitate, but these niggas
still won't drop like Detox
Matter of fact, I think they forgot the last
time I destroyed an average rapper who
tried to take a cheap shot (Bloaw)
Now they reminiscing over
you like Pete Rock
I ride through the city in that
GL Smooth and Maybach
So you know I came to do what it do
'Cause we rapping over yappin',
nigga, joke's on you, ayy
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, steady
take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you niggas,
but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, nigga,
you a crash dummy, ayy
You ain't a crash-out, nigga,
you a crash dummy
Anywho, ask myself, “What
would Kenny do?”
Any day of the week, I take
on at least ten of you
You thought you got dirt on
me because I buried you
Y’all niggas is hysterical (Haha)
Ain't no coming back from
this, you need a miracle
Joey just spun again, how could it be?
It's like he knew it was comin’,
the future, what he foresee?
Have you ever thought TDE
was working for me?
How the fuck am I your
OG? You older than me
This ain't a fair fight, it’s
a fucking slaughter
Why you keep bringing up pregnant
women, don't you got a daughter?
You really need to get
your affairs in order
Last time I checked, your label
exec’s was in hot water
The Diddy house angle is terrible,
you makin’ it way too easy
for me, we ain’t comparable
When I'm done with you, Top won't
let you drop like Karrahbooo
Guaranteed this the last time
we ever hear from you
I could never go broke, start
to take your money, ayy
Time to show the world who
I am, I’ve been a man
I'm loaded up, my clip on
jam, might spin again
I'm taking all the shots, they
say I opened up Pandora's Box
I'm breakin’ all the locks and
all the gates they tryna key
Barkin’ over, know I got faith
in God that I had to reach
Keep thinkin’ shit sweet, when it
come to beef, let my teeth sink
Kickin’ up dust because my niggas
really street-street
Niggas better rethink, I don't
throw subs, I throw
torpedoes that heat-seek
Through your fleece when
I speak my piece
I beat the beast strictly off instinct
All the speculation is
lame, I tell it plain
I ain't gotta drop a nigga name
just for him to feel the flame
Do this for the love of the game,
you think it's for the fame
Niggas swervin’ in my lane, I’ll
take them on a scenic route
I'ma stand on every bar, I promise I
won't bleep ‘em out (That's right)
It’s demons inside my soul, family
who wanna bring ‘em out
Keep my wife’s name out your mouth
‘fore you get Chris Rock’d
We ain't duckin' smoke, that's
out, bitch, this is hip-hop
All I need is a microphone and a disc
jock, and I'ma make this shit pop
Let my dick rock ’til my dick
pop, I do this shit for
Big Pop and Pop Smoke
How many more New York niggas
gotta die on y’all Coast?
And still we got mad love
If y'all niggas mad ‘cause
I'm putting it on for my section,
I should be mad
You niggas never ask yourself that question,
pardon me for my aggression
I know that's a tough pill
to swallow, I give you time
just to digest it, uh
Just get back and I hope you know
Keep on rackin’ ‘em with the flow,
now kick back and enjoy the show
Take-take-take (Take money)
Ayy, take-take-take
I said, “I take-take-
take” (Take money)
I said I–, hmm, hmm, hmm, what?
Take-take (Take money)
Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, ayy, woo (Ha-ha)
Yeah, y’all niggas know
what time it is, man
Come to TDEast, nigga
You believe in God? Believe
in TDEast, nigga
Huh, woo, ayy
Ayy-ayy, what?
Get Top on the phone, yeah
What, ayy, hey, hey (Take-take-
take-take-take money)
(Kirk on the beat)
Gather ‘round
We are gathered here today
to say goodbye to a good dog,
gone right too soon
Yep, bark on, bark on
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