Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers
My bank of america account got six figures
Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for
Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/
Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew
The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too
They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale
Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail
Code red, which means you go red
Head so big i got a crooked neck
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
With phony politicians standing slanting unsteadily crooked
Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight
Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,
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