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Back and bigger, I straight up told that pig
He can't make me do nothing but die
So much money in one pocket it look like I pimp
Cus I limp and I lean to one side
One more time for the hood princess, with the prettiest smile
Sipping Henny on Live
Big ol' booty with some lil' ass panties
Talkin' bout some "Fendi only sent me one size"
I got a nine with no serial number
I call it playin' hard to get
Got a high-point I call hard to find
And an MK12 called hard to miss
Dressed for the club
Ratchet on me, gotta have it on me like it's tatted on me
Bottle girls get too drunk in the club
Get to kissin' on me, get to grabbin' on me
Everybody crazy, so I play crazy and
Don't nobody wanna play no more
She said talk to me crazy
I said (babbling) and she said say no more
She said lift me up, lay her back
Put her back on the bed, let me clutch on your hands
One more chance, put your face in the cat for an hour
Do the Rush Hour dance
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
I met a bad bitch off Instagram
She catfished me
But I still went crazy
Nobody fuckin' with me my age or older
I'mma be one of the greatest
Don't text me sayin' "We gotta work", I don't really wanna talk
Fuck you, pay me
DThang said "Don't hit, she dirty"
But it's too late, I already ate it
Now I gotta live with that
I said I was done, but I'm back in the Raq
Cause I just found out that my dog was a cat
Free all the opps and free all the guys
It's fuck all the pigs and kill all the rats
Nigga, my gat go rat-tat-tat, nigga fat, nigga fall flat on his back
We'll turn a nigga to a baseball cap
These code words like crack cocaine
She could suck a mean dick but ain't got no brain
Tap my fully and let it go stupid
Somebody dying on me, no aim
Niggas is dyin' 'cus niggas is dyin'
These dumb ass folks still blaming the game
She keep telling me make it rain
I ain't got no cash, so I threw change
X's and O's, smooches and hoes
You gotta live life like tic tac toe
No talkin', come through, click-clack, blow!
You duckin' and rollin' all over the floor
Room full of shooters, I walked through the door
She aggy, please come get this hoe
Make a bad bitch treat me like a king
Feed me grapes and kiss my toes
Bitch
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Tiffany thing in a blue box
401K in a shoe box
My favorite rapper named 2Pac
Love 2Pac 'cause he shot two cops
I got a 9 millimeter called Thug Life
I got a new chain, it say: "FUCK ICE"
My diamonds do go crazy, my girl say, "You so crazy"
The bullshit rules don't phase me
The bitches and hoes gone love me, the niggas that's hoes gone hate me
Said lift me up, hit her back when you back in the Raq
Going back in the land
One more chance, put your face in the cat for an hour
Do the Rush Hour dance
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy



Autor(en): Terry Steven Lewis, Daron Howell Fordham, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, James Samuel Harris Iii, Frank Hillman, Steve Telfare, Jayden Whittier-jones Copyright: Hifi Asset Acquisition Co Lp, Songs Of Universal Inc., Wit It Music, Fordkey Music Publishing



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