Critic K Lyrics – Vellydagoat
Singer: Vellydagoat
Title: Critic K
Listen, I don’t know who you are, Mr. Simon, but this sh#t is h—
Grrt, pow, pow, pow
Grrt, fah, fah, fah
Haha, haha, ayy, let’s go
Got n#gg#s that’s telling me I’m dropping mid, but clearly, I’m doing the numbers
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout a broke boy opinion, them pockets, they ’bout to go under
Okay, okay, finna see what I mean when I’m crossing ’em up like we straight from the Thunder
The beats I’ve been feigning, put it on a plate, then I eat like I suffer from hunger
And I’m like, “Who wanna try today?”
‘Cause I got a glocky that’s stuck on my waist
CP3, how I can switch up the pace
Tried to follow my path, but got stuck in the maze
Underrated, I don’t get enough praisе
Put my foot on they neck and somebody gеt stretched in this ho, now they counting they days [Uh
I’m the light, got ’em stuck in amazement
Ain’t nobody here touching me, y’all know what’s up with me, what’s the point in y’all debating?
‘Cause they see that I’m under, they wanna show love when a n#gg# bringing home the bacon
You n#gg#s beefing ’bout ho’s, so you know that ain’t P, I ain’t finna do no chasing [Dummy
Don’t know what he smoking, can’t be that potent, I think somebody must’ve laced him
Now watch a n#gg# try to say how he got the blammers, leave his sh#t dead on the scene
Ah, n#gg#, I’m shaking, trembling, saying the words that you don’t even mean
I got some hitters, they pull up, they shooting all green, clutching on heat like Miami
Talking like you really rowdy, my n#gg#s wilding, banging they chests like chimpanzees
Now see, I was really gon’ rip this part
Like, it’s only just a blank and sh#t like that, but like [Sike]
Remember they said I ain’t come for nothing, now they mad I’m something
Give me the fingers to all of they damn assumptions, the critics, they can’t even function
This sh#t feel amazing, it got my adrenaline pumping, carving they head like a pumpkin
Freak ho, she blowing my dick like an instrument, n#gg#, she act like this sh#t was a trumpet
I cannot get into it with an internet gangster, I know that he sweeter than crumpets
I got it live, lit, jumping, gripping the chopstick, dumping
Alley-oop a opp, slam dunk him straight in a casket like I just made me a basket
Stupid ho thinking she bougie, know that she ratchet, let me go ahead and tap it
These n#gg#s, they put on a front, claiming they savage, hoping nobody would catch it
These n#gg#s, they know I’ma stunt, brodie, I’m having
n#gg#, this ain’t nothing average
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