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Crouch (feat. RealVenom, Ichiban Tez & 6Mile Jp)
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Reginald Rasheed Hawes
Reginald Rasheed Hawes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edward Page
Edward Page
Producer

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Get in the damn shower boi Yea I got a sword You wanna call on your boys You wanna call all ya boys Ill make you go call the lord Ill make you regret this day Ill make you wish you was dead Ill make you wish you ain't play When I come I'm coming for heads You hear me! I said what I said Ain't talking if it ain't bout bread You wanna get rich, that's a bet Ya'll know I don't fuck with them feds They think all I do is have sex Not true, When I do I'm the best That Eye of Ra On my chest I'm from the future you ain't know it yet Aye, I'm back in this bitch once again Whoa, niggas don't know what it is Yeah, it's just me and all my friends Whoa, RealVenom with the shits Hold up, Yvng Lvffy he the man Hold up, Ichiban Tez that's my kin Hold up, fuck nigga you's a bitch Hold up, blade drawn, bloody red Fuck niggas hate my fitted Fashion clean, flex drippin Richard Mille, diamonds glisten Fuck yo bitch now she missing I've been on it for a minute nigga Trap Venom, stays killing Call me Dio, I'm a villain Subzero, neck is chillin Drip is like some sauce And flyer than a Flying saucer Higher than a helicopter Bitch I'm tweaking! get the chopper! Shit I'm high I'm off my rocker Only sleep when people talking Not Mariah cause I got her Me and Spook was almost boxin But we both cut off the snakes Mask off see my face Please do not think to engage OR I WILL HIT YOU WITH THESE FLAMES Low sleep hits cause you never see it coming I wear my own clothes now cause hollow is the Teem Getting down and dirty but you always see me clean I got a blade, master key Got my main piece on my sheath Less you opt in In the cut, ibuprofen With the kush, I be token Indi-could I get no better These broads always want me deader While I sip blueberry honey tea Sitting calmly in a black sweater Hold On I need all the smoke, you dragging Fin to these stories, you fake My dog got hands like Jake Ichiban yeah like a dragon Most motherfuckers still suckling off they mother Man Child with a child man No love lost to these people Step away from the sheeple Fuck a bullshit sequel
Writer(s): Reginald Hawes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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