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Major 3rd - Cash Crop Star

(Lyrics are below) Instagram:   / major.3rd   Facebook:   / major3rdrap   [email protected] Lyrics Hook (repeats) [I’m a cash crop star in a crashed cop car. Head of the cop cracked on the dash stopped hard. We were going fast, I was shackled in the back fuck When a Mack truck out of nowhere smacked our ass up.] Verse 1 You’re asking yourselves, but how’d he get in this predicament? Predictably it started with this situation Of wanting to stick my dick in this chick Not being patient instead of brushing the crush off I tried to rush in and take it To a place where I could play with this lady, lay with her naked I’d love to give it back if someone dumb enough would take it After the fact I’ll attack if I see that fake bitch Her pussy so good always pushing me to take shit But back to the matter at hand, damn: the cash crop Spending money, tried to make her ass stop last month Needed dollars for our rent, doll you spent the last one That’s fun now I gotta turn some grass funds Pass one, that’s the last joint we can ash Hun What’s mine is yours but next time please ask Hun You’re burning cash I’m burning herb, now we got no green Now I’ll have to sell my stash so my ass is acting mean Verse 2 Forwards a bit, and that shit turned around the Landlords called me “sir; come for rents” I’m around But I found only Urkels and nerds in small circles Understand the word circumference with round circles But I moved pounds like clowns in three ring circus Everybody needed weed: the clerks, mercs, and jerks Anybody off to work in a skirt to twerk, Getting high so they don’t mind the guys who lurk And the eyes of guys trying to buy them are perks Percolating my latest, brain so elated it hurt Man my strain is amazing, you’re blazing tasting that dirt Now you’re wasting your cash on the grass that looks burnt You should get turned the fuck up your money’s hard earned And the schwag has an unpleasant high like heartburn But like Pepto, I got bubblegum and blueberry cheesecake Please take a taste and then you’ll breathe it on weekdays Verse 3 The grass it kept growing the cash it kept flowing I had so much green I mean I could have been mowing it But instead I was blowing it not saving it showing it off Spending it all on blow and blowing it all I was going to call it all off in a week But the weaker side of me began to cry and to tweak And I started to freak, I might be dying I think Lying to myself, I buy another sack to vacuum At the usual spot that was back by a bathroom Didn’t notice the new dude who was doing it that noon A black dude, so I figured why not? Now that’s rude I didn’t uncover or discover that this brother Was an undercover pig, put the cuffs over my wrists But enough of this shit I’ve caught you up to the twist Mack truck that smacked us up doing eighty I escaped out the wreckage so check it I’m doing gravy [I’m a cash crop star in a crashed cop car. Head of the cop cracked on the dash stopped hard. I was living fast, I’m giving it up, giving it back Getting rid of bad habits like rabbits in magic hats.] For promotional use only.