Crabs In A Bucket (Explicit)
Vince Staples"Crabs In A Bucket (Explicit)" is a song by Vince Staples, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:07 long and contains 42 lines and 303 words.
0:53Crabs in a bucket
0:59Crabs in a bucket
1:00Wanna see what the bottom don't cha love it
1:02When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encores
1:04Sendin' shots but you at the top floor
1:05Let 'em pop sh*t give 'em some drugs to go pop with
1:08Need white women at the shows unconscious
1:09If not getting your self standard sue
1:11Get with that or get in the moshpit
1:13Where's your moxie in truth from poppy
1:15Young man you not actin' too cocky
1:17Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash
1:19Run a hundred somethin' on the e class dash
1:21Them feelin' funny guarantee gon' flash
1:22Cock back blast put him in the bag
1:24Prolly gonna regret it in the retrospect
1:26Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet
1:35Spend a lot of money on the cdg
1:37Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen
1:39Battle with the white man day by day
1:41Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play
1:42They don't never want to see the black man eat
1:44Nails in a black man's hands and feet
1:46Put 'em on a 'cross or you put 'em on a chain
1:48Lines be the same he don't look like me
1:50Rollcage on the gt3
1:51Had a show on stage like a DVD
1:53Put me in the moma when it show it
1:55I used to look up to the sky now I'm over sh*t
2:27Remember that I still got you
2:29I still got you here
2:34I swear that they come and got you
2:37Hidden in my head
2:42Tryna vanish
2:44I forgot to care
2:49You been good baby
2:51Now it's under there
2:56Never acrossed my mind to think
3:00Maybe you'd have flashed a glance at me
3:03I never crossed him back
3:05I never crossed him back
3:07I never had no chance to breathe
Crabs in a bucket Crabs in a bucket Wanna see what the bottom don't cha love it When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encores Sendin' shots but you at the top floor Let 'em pop sh*t give 'em some drugs to go pop with Need white women at the shows unconscious If not getting your self standard sue Get with that or get in the moshpit Where's your moxie in truth from poppy Young man you not actin' too cocky Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash Run a hundred somethin' on the e class dash Them feelin' funny guarantee gon' flash Cock back blast put him in the bag Prolly gonna regret it in the retrospect Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet Spend a lot of money on the cdg Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen Battle with the white man day by day Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play They don't never want to see the black man eat Nails in a black man's hands and feet Put 'em on a 'cross or you put 'em on a chain Lines be the same he don't look like me Rollcage on the gt3 Had a show on stage like a DVD Put me in the moma when it show it I used to look up to the sky now I'm over sh*t Remember that I still got you I still got you here I swear that they come and got you Hidden in my head Tryna vanish I forgot to care You been good baby Now it's under there Never acrossed my mind to think Maybe you'd have flashed a glance at me I never crossed him back I never crossed him back I never had no chance to breathe
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