paroles de chanson Crumbled Hundreds - TWIN WOLVES

Hanging out the drop top got the
TEC I point at traffic too
He talk his talk we spin his block
We leave his shirt red his lips blue
This is what we had to do
Boodlust all we had for you
When you see us ridin thru
You keep your head down or you'll lose it
First of the month and the fleet runnin rampant
This a money mindset you wouldn't understand it
No mask broad daylight we real bandits
Hit a lick in my home girl jean jacket
Jack and Jameson, these are more than just habits
Top selling work, yeah these niggas really addicts
Hit a crooked cop, his walkie-talkie giving static
This bitch wanna fuck but I can't
Cuz im

Still fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
I'm still fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
Yuh, Aye
Fuck it

Hanin out the Window
Smokin packs and takin swigs
Would've rather jumped out
Put the bottle on the shelf
Need to sit it fuckin down
Put your hands in the air fool
Clear your fuckin bank fool
People gettin scared when they see a fuckin Wolf, fool
But you can't pray on the Wolves
Who hunt the fuckin wool, fool
Yuh Yuh
Fucked up
Tweaking, geekin, feindin
All the pressure builds inside of me
All these mother fuckers wanna die
I'll write their eulogy
Keep it underneath
Then imma keep it tucked and call The FLEET
Spilled yo fuckin man
Sorry ma'am
I've just fuckin been

Fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
I'm still fucked up
Still fucked up
Still fucked up
Yuh
Aye
Fuck it