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Playing with me we playing forever Grah One 3 One 3 Crunch crewwwwww Hold on pass that knocka CRUNCH CREWWWWWW It stay by my side when I'm feeling alone Give me space or get put in a cone Inhaling smoke but I'm exhaling souls The same gonna happen you talkin on bro He proud of me deep down that's something I know Ayo why is that V creepin up on us slow Hand in my coat clutching my pole Ima shoot through the shit if it's heads I don't know I done worked way too hard to be dead or be broke I get money I been in my zone That why I barely ever answer my phone Unless it's a lick or you coppin up O's Put the chrome to ya heart Nîgga gimme the pack If you don't then you won't make it back Learn from this L Nîgga better move tact Cause we could've left you there flat I'm tryna get neaky smoochies where they at Darkskin bubble butt she got the JAT And legs and her back covered in Tats Saw her man at my show and he gave me a dap I guess he don't know that I clapped But if he moved hot he woulda clapped Like damn make him a pack Penetrate thru his chest and it left thru his back Yo Harden Whats the plan I don't think these lil niggas understand Run up on me and I'm upping my hand This 40 I got'll make a nigga dance I'll smoke a nigga like a strand Ya'll ain't do nothing for none of yall mans You could pull up, take a trip to my land I bet TG pop out and leave em where he stand Fuck that you should get rid of yo man Like, I know you don't really like that nigga lets make plans I can show you how to scam In the back of the Bach or the Lamb Wait don't stop keep doin that DAMN In the back of the Bach or the Lamb Wait don't stop keep doin that DAMN Baby you know that I'm into you Ain't gotta cap girl you know that I'm feeling you You could pull up to my crib and get physical If it was month's I'd never get rid of you Like damn What the Fuck? Hollows they hit him and tear that boy up Niggas thats talking on me better duck Im with Stone with the Chrome and he ready to dump It stay by my side when I'm feeling alone Give me space or get put in a cone Inhaling smoke but I'm exhaling souls The same gonna happen you talkin on bro He proud of me deep down that's something I know Ayo why is that V creepin up on us slow Hand in my coat clutching my pole Ima shoot through the shit if it's heads I don't know
Writer(s): Derrick Livingston Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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