"Crash Bandicoot" lyrics
Who you trying to fool, bitch, I said to leave your shoes at the door
Tracking shit in, motherfucker
You spent a couple thousand dollars on some bullshit
You talk about what you gon' do, but never do shit
You talk a lot, I think I'm noticing a pattern with your ass
You should stop it 'fore I have to take a paddle to your ass, straight up
I need a bashful bitch
But, one that's got dreams and is passionate
A girl that rock Drake, little Migos sometimes, maybe Prince, but ain't afraid to play Passion Pit
Motherfucker, I'm a catch
Like Odell Beckham, pass it to me down the stretch
And fuck it, I don't care what anybody say, I'm the coldest white rapper since the one from the bay, but
I don't go outside, it's no way (No way)
I don't go outside, it's no thanks (No thanks)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
I don't go outside, bitch, I'm great (I'm great)
I don't go outside, fuck you think? (You think)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you
Better get up out my way when you see me come through
I love me some mamas
Now put some hands up, ain't got me no baby mamas
Now put them hands down, 'fore I call on somebody
Tell me why you is on your phone, if you ain't calling nobody?
I'm feeling so parched
Pussy so pink, got my pinky on cocked
Dreams so wet, got my ex unblocked
And I'm quick to the whip, let me know where to park, swerve
Bitch, you crazy
And you so fake, you a faux fur blanket
And mama just said that you ain't no lady
So, if you hit me up, looks like I can't make it
And it's word to Big Sean
Jhene so bad, she could never do wrong
And all my old songs sound like they is new songs
By the time they come out I've already moved on, but
I don't go outside, it's no way (No way)
I don't go outside, it's no thanks (No thanks)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
I don't go outside, bitch, I'm great (I'm great)
I don't go outside, fuck you think? (You think)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you
Better get up out my way when you see me come through
All of y'all two-faced, and I don't fuck with people that got two first names
It's Marcus Ryan Ford don't even bring him up, besides, everybody knows he sucks
I get everything that I want
And there's a lot of things that I want
It's some new shit every day, put some beads on all my chains
Keep me grounded like I re-upped my supply of Novacane
And I'm bouncing to this shit, got me feeling like a Martian
I might turn the motherfucking room into a mosh pit
Murdering a track, think I'm running out of options
And I've been eating beats, I'm a fucking vegetarian
Y'all in final form, but, you look like Shawn Marion
I've seen better views from a room at the Marriott
Y'all look at people like there's something you could gain
But, I never look at people that don't look me in the face
Motherfucker, I'm the phone operator
If you hit me, better bet that I'm gon' hang up
See, 'cause I ain't got the time, or the minutes in the day, for somebody spending theirs throwing all of it away
I don't pull up, I pull out, turn a bed into a couch
Turn your bitch into somebody you don't bring around the house
And I'm always on the whim, living life on the edge
And so everyone I meet's probably better off as friends
Tracking shit in, motherfucker
You spent a couple thousand dollars on some bullshit
You talk about what you gon' do, but never do shit
You talk a lot, I think I'm noticing a pattern with your ass
You should stop it 'fore I have to take a paddle to your ass, straight up
I need a bashful bitch
But, one that's got dreams and is passionate
A girl that rock Drake, little Migos sometimes, maybe Prince, but ain't afraid to play Passion Pit
Motherfucker, I'm a catch
Like Odell Beckham, pass it to me down the stretch
And fuck it, I don't care what anybody say, I'm the coldest white rapper since the one from the bay, but
I don't go outside, it's no way (No way)
I don't go outside, it's no thanks (No thanks)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
I don't go outside, bitch, I'm great (I'm great)
I don't go outside, fuck you think? (You think)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you
Better get up out my way when you see me come through
I love me some mamas
Now put some hands up, ain't got me no baby mamas
Now put them hands down, 'fore I call on somebody
Tell me why you is on your phone, if you ain't calling nobody?
I'm feeling so parched
Pussy so pink, got my pinky on cocked
Dreams so wet, got my ex unblocked
And I'm quick to the whip, let me know where to park, swerve
Bitch, you crazy
And you so fake, you a faux fur blanket
And mama just said that you ain't no lady
So, if you hit me up, looks like I can't make it
And it's word to Big Sean
Jhene so bad, she could never do wrong
And all my old songs sound like they is new songs
By the time they come out I've already moved on, but
I don't go outside, it's no way (No way)
I don't go outside, it's no thanks (No thanks)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
I don't go outside, bitch, I'm great (I'm great)
I don't go outside, fuck you think? (You think)
I don't go outside, man, I'm straight, when you pull up to the spot, man, I'm Crash Bandicoot
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot (Crash)
Crash Bandicoot, Crash Bandicoot, you
Better get up out my way when you see me come through
All of y'all two-faced, and I don't fuck with people that got two first names
It's Marcus Ryan Ford don't even bring him up, besides, everybody knows he sucks
I get everything that I want
And there's a lot of things that I want
It's some new shit every day, put some beads on all my chains
Keep me grounded like I re-upped my supply of Novacane
And I'm bouncing to this shit, got me feeling like a Martian
I might turn the motherfucking room into a mosh pit
Murdering a track, think I'm running out of options
And I've been eating beats, I'm a fucking vegetarian
Y'all in final form, but, you look like Shawn Marion
I've seen better views from a room at the Marriott
Y'all look at people like there's something you could gain
But, I never look at people that don't look me in the face
Motherfucker, I'm the phone operator
If you hit me, better bet that I'm gon' hang up
See, 'cause I ain't got the time, or the minutes in the day, for somebody spending theirs throwing all of it away
I don't pull up, I pull out, turn a bed into a couch
Turn your bitch into somebody you don't bring around the house
And I'm always on the whim, living life on the edge
And so everyone I meet's probably better off as friends
