Crooked Stick (feat. Ghais Guevera and Alfred.)

by McKinley Dixon

From the album: Magic, Alive!

Duration: 02:30

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Lyrics for Crooked Stick (feat. Ghais Guevera and Alfred.)

Yo Boogie-woogie-wee To the beat of clocks tic-tock They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip flops Give a fuck, my pants like cris cross The high-saditty bitches dance along to our Pish-posh, bitch watch (You already know, brr haha, yo) Bitch watch I haven't even yet to hit tip-top Do that little dance for Tik-Tok They been mopped and wish-washed Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch Ever since that night I feel alive, through close calls I seen your dogs, heard 'em bark But they done lost all they snarl Be weary of the boys that pride themselves on the fall I'll die a legend or nigga I simply won't die at all Stupid Touching my face, you may not guess I survived Turn to my niggas and they yell "It seem the curse been defied" My skin can make the living dead And dead come alive Might put an OG on this beat Watch his career get revived Wow He's, uh, still not touching me though Uh, dummy Boogie-woogie-wee To the beat of clocks tic-tock They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip flops Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross Them high-saditty bitches dance along to our Pish-posh, bitch watch I haven't even yet to hit tip-top You do that little dance for Tik-Tok You're mopped and wish-washed Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch You hit it once, get gone like mirage My legacy forever, yet they tryna sabotage Still a pious man, I won't ever be a God But i got Godly habits That's some shit I can't dodge Yeah, who say that you can't take it with you? I resurrect the foe and 'em and teach 'em how to spend it You say you not lucky, boy, you blessed, that's word My livelihood like melanin, eternal when I flourish, yeah Boogie-woogie-wee To the beat of clocks tic-tock They just wanna uh, like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip flops Give a fuck, my pants like cris-cross The high-saditty bitches dance along to our Pish-posh, bitch watch I haven't even yet to hit tip-top You do that little dance for Tik-Tok You're mopped and wish-washed Npc white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch Stupid

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