paroles de chanson Crime Rate - 22gz
Dzy
on
the
beat
Bands,
bands
Blicky
da
blicky
da
blicky
da
blicky
da
blicky
Gang,
gang,
gang
Grrrt
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
Opp
niggas
never
on
nothing,
I'm
with
the
drama
Catch
a
nigga
lackin',
up
the
llama,
drop
him
I
been
stacking
all
this
fettuccini,
got
my
guap
up
Niggas
think
it's
sweet
'til
a
real
nigga
pop
up
Split
a
nigga
noodle,
now
his
brains
look
like
lobsters
I
got
a
Suburban
full
of
shooters
tryna
pop
somethin'
Pockets
filled,
Glock
is
near
Bitches
freakin',
tryna
top
the
kid
She
a
thotty
bitch,
caught
the
top
and
slid
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
Let
off,
then
we
drippin',
my
energy
been
different
Thought
he
caught
me
slippin',
got
four
more
in
my
Smith
an'
Pull
up
with
that
wand,
poof,
that
nigga
missin'
That
.40
and
that
nine
look
like
two
bitches
kissing
Snipe
him
with
a
blicky,
left
him
snoozed,
he
a
victim
Niggas
running
Rickey
out
they
shoes,
he
was
sprinting
If
they
askin',
we
did
it
Y'all
some
YouTube
killers
Say
the
streets
a
jungle
I'm
with
two
gorillas
(Gang,
gang,
gang)
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
Crime
rate,
tryna
bring
it
up,
unload
them
choppers
Pockets
filled
up
with
the
Benjamins,
they
plottin'
Guapped
up,
hella
fettuccini,
fuck
the
nonsense
Opp
nigga
thought
he
caught
me
slipping,
had
to
pop
him
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