
CRAMP! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Sageofthelou
Yea I know I'm really bad
And I feel like Michael Jack
I just caught me a cramp, when I hit it from the back
Yeah I might be a racist, all the girls I hit be black
In the gym, pushing all this weight, like I'm moving packs
Yea I know I'm really bad
And I feel like Michael Jack
I just caught me a cramp, when I hit it from the back
Yeah I might be a racist, all the girls I hit be black
In the gym, pushing all this weight, like I'm moving packs
Caught me a cramp when I hit from the back
I stretch that shit then I'm going right back
Give her the work be making her sore
So I go in the freezer and get ice pack
She loving my dick be making her wild I'm laying it down I'm going all in
Godly dick I deep stroke, hardcore, nasty, make her repent her sins
Damn, Jumbo you a freak
Fucked 10 girls had hell of a week
Call me a plumber I'm making 'em leak
Narcoleptic dick put 'em to sleep
Uh
Let me talk my talk
A nigga was runnin' so niggas could walk
Making my mark like board and chalk
Fuck what you say so suck on my cock
Who's there?
That motherfucking bussa
Put cuffs on my gun cause like Kenny Petty I'm scared he gone touch you
My gun see nothing but red like women that be on they cycle
If I let it loose, it shoot at your feet, make you dance, Michael
Yea I know I'm really bad
And I feel like Michael Jack
I just caught me a cramp, when I hit it from the back
Yeah I might be a racist, all the girls I hit be black
In the gym, pushing all this weight, like I'm moving packs
Yea I know I'm really bad
And I feel like Michael Jack
I just caught me a cramp, when I hit it from the back
Yeah I might be a racist, all the girls I hit be black
In the gym, pushing all this weight, like I'm moving packs
Uh
Movin' that shit like Snowfall
Getaway driver whip till the doors off
Me and my dogs we hungry we bark and we bite
We killing that shit like Snowball
Hanging with killers and murderers and robbers and burglars
We spinning your block like a fidget
I be that horny young bussa that go out his way
That fuck round and hit him a midget
I'm not a regular rapper, regular trapper I really be standing on business
I'm from Atlanta and I put that shit on
I be thrifting my clothes I'm not shopping at Lenox
They saying Jumbo we missin' you greatly you ain't drop a banger in a grip or a minute
Well guess what I'm back, and still on my bully, and higher than ever I'm flier than Spirit