Listen to David Crockett by Brandon Blvd

David Crockett

Brandon Blvd

Hip-Hop/Rap

1 Shazams

Lyrics

They call me David Hard as a plate that they place on the pavement Don't ask me for favors unless you got payment Don't like me be glad we didn't meet in the 80s License revoked still drive a hoe crazy I know that this shit for taking And I'm not that patient Turn haters to patients burn paper Jamaicans impatiently waiting to play with the pager Tell them I'm busy Mississippi nigga fuck your intentions I fuck these niggas bitches fuck up extensions Pistol extended for niggas with gimmicks You limit my digits your family gone miss you I'm sending missiles with no intentions in the mission to miss you You get no interest ain't no feelings forget you Ain't got no limits I'm that nigga that sinful Say I'm a menace I'm just chill as December Ain't no religion but Jehovah's my witness And Hova that nigga no hope for you quitters You niggas wouldn't make it to 6 in the 60s You bitches couldn't picture this nigga with children And Brandon don't get it that nigga don't listen but fuck it he living he probably forget me Coronas and Newports One life so I never give two fucks One night I'ma take me a few bucks That's right I'ma buy me a new truck Hold tight let me just roll my weed up So nice let me just put my feet up My demeanor kinda mean cuz I had a dream That my dad stuck around to feed us let me speed up I'ma say fuck all my memories they'll always know just how little they mean to me Tell them I love them nope fuck has gotten into me Not really feeling their positive energy Too busy plotting and stopping my enemies Life full of strife and unlikely a symphony Interest in finishing sinister businesses until the ministers send for me Sympathy don't equal victory misery shit without company Fully equipped if a bitch try to come for me Pump in the corner revolver right under me Burry a nigga my problems right underneath Float like a butterfly sting like a Fuck that nobody touching me Serving you niggas no dishes or cutlery Go tell your mama she fucked and she stuck with me Tell her I love her as long as she come with me Strong as an ox but the opposite emotionally Focused on putting my heart where it's supposed to be Frozen and somewhere not close to me Open the door let me grab me a coke and the dope by the stove The broke bowl by the remote control I'ma cope I hope that nobody notice me She probably forget me Father forgive me Never neglected my kids Threatening the niggas that did Fuck who don't honor all that I accomplished I promise something got to give I need hundred dollar bills Ain't a problem I ain't deal Cup full of liquor the only thing missing is time off and a lid I want ox tails in my stew I got glock shells on the roof I want a joint and a drink What's the point of a shrink You must think I don't really truth Struggle with pride Trouble ain't nothing to hide as long as my brother would ride Show love to my mother no other is here to confide or give me a place to reside I'll never get fired I'm running that bitch 'til I die Or 'til I decide to retire My fate is conflicted I'll either be fishing or somewhere convicted & don't ask me why Confidential, common sense will get you Life it's highly likely life against you Fuck a like in life they bite and hit you With a sniper riffle and they might forget you I won't fight to keep you But never stop loving I would like to reach you Keep myself covered I might be see through Make sure my son go and write the sequel I might like to seek you Am I too far gone I can't see the steeple You freed the people I couldn't even reach you I sit here thinking as I clean my sneakers Will you forget me
Writer(s): Glynn Bridgeforth Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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