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Crinz
- This by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
- Now i don’t know if you was trying to check
- Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck
- Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet
- And please never disrespect my set
- Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
- But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead
- Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
- Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat
- Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead
- First letter says motherfucker you're dead
- I don't want you to have my permit yet
- That i just haven't came up with a name yet
- That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet
- Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet
- A clever idea to take something they said
- And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
- Like sally mae on college debt
- One time for the ville that cole rep
- I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead
- And my vision isn't set on the money i get
- But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck
- Their buzz internet and mines in her net
- This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
- If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
- Your friends say, why we not together yet
- Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet
- So if i do call it's just a check
- They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet
- That whatever it creates it will land in the head
- Sunroof flow so over your head
- So horror pack monsters under my bed
- I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed
- The lights may flicker, your face feels red
- You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet
- We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check
- I don’t see them t dum izzle as a threat
- Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
- Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed
- I work hard for everything i get
- Finished mean done, and done mean dead
- Probably die getting some head
- I respect that you don't know yet
- Dutty wine for access, show me your neck
- So im like fuck it, im out get on your head
- Is not far from white girls with big bread
- Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread
- Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step
- Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
- Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet
- My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread
- I get mine and i bounce like a bad check
- Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red
- You got pets? me too: mine are dead
- Crackas watch my every step
- The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead
- But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
- Got a nigga tangle in your spider web
- Give us this day, our daily bread
- My crew survive reincarnation after i’m dead
- Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
- You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
- Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed
- Tired of hearin' these voices in my head
- And i know you miss me too
- she sighed then she said
- I say i put it so deep now she a cone head
- This is like love, that you can never get
- Your heart was false just like the words you said
- Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head
- Another victim dissin the towel head
- Almost all of what i said
- Ads played through him like cards in a deck
- Aint aware of my power so no scepter yet
- Do you want to end up dead?!
- Don't believe that shit that we've been fed
- So now i walk around without a god damned head
- Im going to get some head
- And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck
- Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed
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