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R Crawford II
R Crawford II
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I can tell you ain't regular out here Turn around let me see it in the mirror Can you make yo ass clap Like you cheering You do it right I might want you to have my children Don't care about your niggas Tell em share like Air drop I ain't signed to young money but I can make your bed rock Never speak on the game, that's already in the headlock I'ma keep putting that shit on in case the feds watch Is you gon' throw it back for them bucks, I ain't from Tampa bay I ain't get these from the kiosk, baby, these Prada shades I like how you get nasty like hollandaise I can beat it from different angles a lot Of ways She got bitches, I got bitches, she think she me or somethin She the player, I'm the coach, let's cheat like Nia's Husband Can we use no rubber so I can feel it more I get happy in a hole like I'm Gilmore Send some attachments to my phone You gon get nasty in the mirror To my songs And ion wanna see no thong Butta ball bucked naked I want it falling off the bone 4K, spread it open I want your ass like my gang, a lot of motion Nigga sad, I got tears on my denim Watch when i sign my deal How bitches on my pickle Bro ain't got no sense He wild wit a four nickel I put on drip foreal these niggas barely drizzle I be wit certified steppers Better show yo credentials I keep a thick bitch I like a big ass wit some dimples Regular job and trap too baby ima hustler Chick fil a service Say my pleasure to my customers Good hygiene when we fuck I ain't tryna smell shit I'm the type a nigga after we fuck I get yo hair did And your nails did Cause baby i ain't selfish Word on the street you was a hoe Girl I could care less Shit I was too Shit do what you do I had to ghost me a lot of bitches, I had a lot of boo's These niggas be dick hoppin', they got a lot of Crews Mob got a lot of drakes, nigga, that's a lot of views She keep a cannon in her purse, she be wildin' too Can we do it on the balcony with the island view She gon' bring a friend to join, cause she like bitches too I gotta work my move, gotta work my one too I can tell you ain't regular out here Turn around, let me see it in the mirror Can you make your ass clap like you cheering You do it right, I might want you to have my children Don't care about your niggas, tell them share like Air drop I ain't signed to young money, but I can make your bed rock Never speak on a game that's already in the headlock I'ma keep putting that shit on in case the feds watch Feds watch In case the feds watch Feds watch Feds watch
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