Bruddanem / Crack Sandwich Lyrics – JID

Bruddanem / Crack Sandwich is a Latest English Rap Song sung by JID. Bruddanem / Crack Sandwich Song Lyrics is written by JID and the music to the song is given by JID. The song is sung by “JID“.

Bruddanem / Crack Sandwich Lyrics

If You My Nigga

You My Nigga Then, Twin ♪
♪ Thick Or Thin,
I Was A Kid When
My Brother Went In ♪
♪ Now Your Lil Brudda The Man ♪

♪ Kinda Like Pac
In ‘above The Rim’ ♪
♪ Couple Ms,
Cut A Check, Cut A Film ♪
[people Talking]
– Wa$$up Let Me Get
Some Weed Yo Im About
To Roll Up Another One
[man] You Better Bring Your A$$
Over Here
[unintelligible]
♪ [crack Sandwich]
You Can Tell A Nigga Like Me
Ain’t Never Had Shit ♪
♪ Rip I Miss My
Dogs Like Mike Vic ♪
♪ Zombies In That Midnight Fog
Them Boys Sic ‘em ♪
♪ Fall Victim To A Gun Brawl
Started Over Some B!tches ♪
♪ Niggas Trippin’ They Taking

Whatever’s Given ♪
♪ The Irony When A Nigga
Starving Gotta
Grip The Biscuit ♪
♪ Jump The Fence,
Empty All The Dishes
Out Your Kitchen ♪
♪ If You Witnessing

The Click Click Clickin’
They Steal The Grits ♪
♪ Feel The Kick,
Fu*k A Catch Kill Em ♪
♪ Who Tryna Take The Hit? ♪
♪ First Take, Go To First Base ♪
♪ Stephen A. Smith
Wess On The Hip ♪
♪ Talkin’ Shit Like Skip ♪
♪ Or Shannon Sharpe Shootin,
Off The Top Of The Cliff ♪
♪ And If I Got To Bring It To
You Then It’s Gonna Be Sick ♪
♪ Put In My 10,000 Hours While
The Clock Still Tic, Zone 6 ♪
♪ 5 Fingers With
The Suck My Dick ♪
♪ Me And Izzy Was Slap Boxin’
Nigga Bust My Lip ♪
♪ Start Fighting, Lil Brother On
Some Tough Guy Shit ♪
♪ But If You Ever Did Me Wrong
He On Some Shit ♪
♪ Bust A Left, Feel The Pressure
Like The Bust Pipe Drip ♪
♪ Blood Red, Rum Sippin’ They
Ain’t Cut Like This ♪
♪ Mama Said, “you Fall Down
Stand Up Get A Bandage” ♪
♪ “i Ain’t Got Cheeseburger
Money Make A Sandwich” ♪
♪ “why You Being Bad?
See Your Dad,
Get Ya A$$ Whipped” ♪
♪ Seven Crackhead Bad Kids
In A Caravan ♪
[woman] Somebody Involved In
Stealin’, It’s On, It Wasn’t
[boy] It’s Gon’ Be So Bad
[man] When The Girl Went Off On
Precious
The Girl Went Off
On Precious, Rosalyn Went In
[girl] No, Rosalyn Said,
“Oh, For Real, I’ll See You When
You Get Outside”
[boy] Exactly, Exactly
[girl] That’s Okay, My Fault,
My Fault, My Fault
[boy] For Real? No, No, No, No
♪ Look, Uh, I Do It
For Royal And Rosalyn ♪
♪ Rachel And Carl,
Zzy, Precious, Destin ♪

♪ Strong, Seven Kids,
Different Blessings ♪
♪ Izzy Athletic As Fu*k,
All American Star ♪
♪ Hard Head, Scholarship To This
School In New Orleans ♪
♪ On The Football Shit,
But In Class He
On The Smart Shit ♪
♪ Black Man Using His Mind,
It’s A Target On Your Forehead ♪
♪ Gotta Stay On Point
Like A Marksman ♪
♪ Make A Mark,
Leave A Footprint Marching ♪
♪ Bro Graduating So We Heading
To The Blue State ♪
♪ Fam Celebratin’ Granny Cookin’
Up A Few Cakes ♪
♪ Yeah, Gown On With
The Cap Like A Toupee ♪
♪ Handed A Diploma,
All The Routes Say, “Hooray” ♪
♪ Hooray ♪
♪ Hooray, Today,
Catch A Bouquet ♪
♪ Tonight A Prolly Be A Movie ♪
♪ What’s A Blu-ray ♪
♪ I Got Some New
Jays, And A Fade ♪
♪ We Hit The Section
With The Football Team ♪
♪ And A Couple Other
Professionals ♪
[indistinct Chatter]
♪ Runnin’ My City,
I Am My Shooter ♪
♪ Minding My Business,
I Am Not You ♪
♪ Runnin’ My City,
I Am My Shooter ♪
♪ Minding My Business,
I Am Not You ♪
♪ Runnin’ My City,
I Am My Shooter ♪
♪ Minding My Business,
How About You ♪
♪ It Sound Cool
But Really This A Confessional ♪

♪ 20 Minutes In And Precious
Done Went To The Restroom ♪
♪ Said They Got To Hittin’
With Some Women And They
Bout To Get Kicked Out ♪
♪ They Ain’t Even Tell Us
What That Shit Was About ♪
♪ All I Really Seen
From The Big Vip Couch ♪
♪ Was A Nigga Swing
And Hit My Sister Right
In The Mouth ♪
♪ The Bouncer Tried To
Block The Door So We
Couldn’t Get Out But Fu*k That ♪
♪ The Whole Team Bust
That Mufu*ka Down ♪
♪ Now We Fighting In The Street
It’s Like 10 Against 23 ♪
♪ I Was 17 Swinging
On Any And Everything ♪
♪ Bing Bing, See My Brother
Doin’ Buddy Like A Boxin’ Ring ♪
♪ Ros Got A B!tch
Doing The Hair Weave Sling ♪
♪ So Beautiful, Beatin’ A$$ Was
Like A Family Thing ♪
♪ Fightin’ Niggas Made Us
Tighter In Spite Of How We Would
Argue And Scream ♪
♪ And Now We Brawling Right
Outside Of A Party
In New Orleans ♪

♪ And All The People Start
Police Calling ♪
♪ Pack Us Inside Of A Patty
Wagon We Sardines ♪
♪ To Saltine Crackers That Wanna
Shackle Us In Chains ♪
♪ Low And Behold They Held Us In
The Holding Cell For Six
And Maybe Seven Hours ♪
♪ Just To Let Us Go
Without A Stain ♪
♪ But Who’s To Blame When All Of
Us Got The Same Mind Frame ♪
♪ We Like A Gang Mom And Pop A
Prolly Be Proud And Ashamed ♪
♪ Pound For Pound My Sister
Precious Never Lost A Fade ♪
♪ Got Up Of The Gorund
And Said She Could Hear
My Father Saying ♪
♪ “when You Fall Down Stand
Up Get A Bandage” ♪
♪ “i Ain’t Got Cheeseburger
Money Make A Sandwich” ♪
♪ “why You Being Bad?
See Your Dad,
Get Ya A$$ Whipped” ♪
♪ Seven Crackhead Bad Kids
In A Caravan ♪
[man] Hold On, Hold On, Hold On
What Happened? What Happened?
What Happened?
[girl] We Came In The Club
-we’re Talking,

We Go In The Restroom
-i Go In The Bathroom,
Open The Door
-“Dang B, You Could’ve Said
Sorry”
-ros’ Said, “B, You Ain’t
Gotta Say All That, It Ain’t
That Serious”
-and She Was All,
“Oh, It’s That Serious Because
You Were In The Bathroom “
-ros’ Said, “Okay B, I Got You
B, Come Outside”
-taj, She Opened The Door,
Rosalyn Said “Roof”
-i Said, “Okay, We Fighting”
[man] Damn, She Was In The Stall
[girl] Oh The Stall Door
[woman] Yeah, She Was Peeing,
Girl, She Pulled Her Pants Up
-she Opened The Door And
Received It (Rosalyn Met Her)
[man] Ayy, You Know What?

Song Details

Song Bruddanem / Crack Sandwich
Singer JID
Lyrics By JID
Produced By JID
Genre Rap
Release Date 19 October, 2022

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