paroles de chanson Crime Fetish - Lil B

It s a rap, got focked,
Many getting strapped, he fake, he hoe fake
You better give him that
I get my dirt, I brought the rental back
Next time you on my line, I m jumping into that
Bitch ass nigga, I ain t into rap
The 44 look kinda crooked, with the center back
He eat, he gonn eat, bring my dinner back
Everytime I m on that lick I was the middle man
Hold through pills like the doctor man
I m shadow, one man holler, like motherfuck a bitch
Everybody I m restless shit, with the rest shit
Got guns and the other shit
Don t lie, chome 9, to bow ride
Don t trip off that lick I m getting all mine
He won t talk unless your ...find
Everytime I come out the game I m only online
Shotgun pulling the sleep only your line
Glock 9 send them bullets through his jaw line
I gotta draw a line, you feel me?
Yeah, I can t hear you, yeah, yeah
You talking jibberish,

And I m nigga rich, I got a couple guns in the back,
Tip a bitch
Yeah, this crime fetsih, I might lick a bitch, you feel me
Dipped in the 2 door man I flip a bitch
Yeah, ghost ride in the maybach,
Probably fall asleep in the car I m talking way back
Whether san francisco or an oakland asap
Based boys for life, I m gonn take that
Yeah, this that shit that bring the bay back, bitch
This lil be,
I m thugged out yeah, yeah
She fake, she hoe fake, you better give em that
Like I said, you feel me?
It s that real gas you feel me?
You better give him that
He hoe fake
You better give him that
I get my dirt, I brought the rental back
Next time you on my line, I m jumping into that
Nigga this ain t just rap, you feel me?
Think of this real situation
That s where my shit come, you feel me? Yeah
Crime fetish mixtape, yeah, yes!