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YFN Lucci & Yung Bleu - F**k Me Crazy [LucciVandross]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Mfoss
Mfoss
Producer
Keylan Laxton
Keylan Laxton
Mixing Engineer
Josh Daigrepont
Josh Daigrepont
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Producer

Lyrics

(Murda on the beat so it's not nice) San Andreas Send my young niggas on missions, just like San Andreas Grand Theft Auto, gun off auto, pop out, spray the van If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga Super Saiyan Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out Spray his ass on sight, fuck it These niggas wanna be opp Look up to the killers, you know we ain't wanna be cops Give my nigga a low when he out, you can be who you wanna be now Ain't give me a chance, but she wanna go with me now Try to pick up the flow with me now And she left my heart broke, but I'm over it now Oh, catch a case, oh, make it spray He go dumb, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody safe Front door, back door, front door, back door Front door, back door, back door, gang Oh, oh-oh Yeah, run up some numbers, go run up some racks (racks) You might not never get your bitch back This Draco', bitch, come get your shit splat, this shit got kickback We slid and caught him at a kickback, come get your lick back Ayy, walk down, walk down, walk down Nigga, where you stole them bricks at? At Grandma house, we hide the sticks at Know we came from get-backs You fucked with me when nobody didn't, bitch, I can't forget that And I can't ever say "Fuck the city", 'cause that's where I got lit at Oh, catch a case, oh, make it spray He go dumb, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody safe Front door, back door, front door, back door Front door, back door, back door, gang Oh, oh-oh Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out, spray his ass on sight (sight) I'm on this drank and I'm feelin' alright Got you in my section, I'm just bein' nice But I'm tryna fuck at the end of the night (ha) You know gang and them gon' pull it We got sticks in here for bullets In this bitch, don't run out of bullets Camo shorts and Dior hoodie Auntie house, the door still swangin' Made a few million off my vocals But that dope still slangin' (alright) Go to sleep and Gucci loaf her, freaky fuck on a blanket Backdoor gang, steppers in trainin', streets still sayin' Oh, catch a case, oh, make it spray He go dumb, fuck her face, oh-oh, nobody safe Front door, back door, front door, back door Front door, back door, back door, gang Oh, oh-oh San Andreas Send my young niggas on missions, just like San Andreas Grand Theft Auto, gun off auto, pop out, spray the van If we can't find 'em, spray his man, my young nigga Super Saiyan Hop out, hop out, hop out, hop out Spray his ass on sight, fuck it
Writer(s): Jeremy Biddle, Murda Beat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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