Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.R.E.A.M. '17, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 28.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C.R.E.A.M. '17 |
| Yeah |
| Uh |
| Cash rule everything around me |
| My momma must have did crack in the 80's |
| Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy |
| Shit they put you in the pen just for smackin' your babies |
| Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring |
| It’s apparent these niggas wildin' they need parents |
| Bitch I’m ruthless, I’m fucked and I make excuses |
| Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain’t exclusive |
| I’ma black activist on Actavis your math don’t add up |
| These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains |
| Wipe the prints off the cage that merked 'em |
| Circle the block and hit the lane that’s smirkin' |
| Ain’t nothing funny ay |
| Money talks and niggas is dummies |
| It’s a wrap, the stick left 'em stiff as a mummy |
| These niggas bleedin', don’t front like your ass is Christopher Reeves |
| Ain’t no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh) |
| I can’t sleep cuz I ain’t count a billion yet |
| I got killas on payroll, let me feelin' a check ay |
| How you broke when you just had a million net |
| They say black’s bad with money can’t get rid of his debt |
| Damn |
| Pistol on me |
| Marinara with rigatoni |
| I eat like Tony Soprano |
| Don’t front you niggas know me |
| You can’t win when you got haters on the team |
| They did that nigga Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh) |
| No D batteries they train 'em at academies |
| No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomy |
| Sadly another casualty |
| Too many niggas wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes |
| Okay I’m back in business |
| But never slack I’m stuck in the era of trap pretenders |
| Who would’ve known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters |
| Life is a bitch |
| My biggest distraction, the baddest women |
| My momma told me, «Nigga focus on academics» |
| I’m pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist |
| I’m Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz Daddy missin' |
| I’m back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image |
| I’m too authentic, I’m too much for the avid listener |
| The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens |
| I’m from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic |
| No competition, I’m droppin' wisdom, the hottest nigga |
| I’m ridin' Phantom with your bitch, that’s a Goblin visit |
| I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes |
| It feel like I’m Pac’s apprentice with a pinch of Catholicism |
| The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller |
| You dancin' with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm |
| These niggas hatin', my patience thin as these model bitches |
| I balls out, my cash straight, I’m Skylar Diggins |
| I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it |
| I’m hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all 'em niggas |
| I’m going nuts George Carver nigga pause a nigga |
| Fresh like a Harlem nigga man what’s wrong with niggas |
| Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga |
| Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it’s crawlin' nigga |
| I’m the man, did that shit with no father figure |
| My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin nigga |
| I’m so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks’ll giggle |
| I’m talkin' riddles, the game’s a jungle I’m Robin Williams |
| What’s poppin' Benton we eatin' it’s time to starve them niggas |
| We eatin' it’s time to starve them niggas |
| If niggas won’t smoke we gon get to coughin' nigga |