Текст песни Crazy - Chevy Woods , Wiz Khalifa
10-4
am
I
coming
through
clear
Just
give
me
bout
a
month
or
two
and
I'll
be
right
here
Tryna
avoid
police
in
riot
gear
Heavyweight
cash
and
you
just
a
light
year
I
got
a
buzz
and
thats
with
no
buzz
yeah
Couldn't
even
walk
in
these
shoes
right
here
And
you
acting
like
you
don't
see
all
this
Like
ooh
shit,
look
at
the
stones
They
flawless,
and
the
bitch
that
I'm
with
she
gorgeous
I
see
you
giant
money,
mines
enormous
Don't
even
trip
when
I'm
out
I'll
be
very
gone
My
pockets
fat
like
the
head
on
Barry
Bonds
You
sit
and
chill,
stack
it
up
for
a
rainy
day
A
n-gga
like
me
gotta
pay
to
play
When
I
was
gettin'
it
minor,
they
aint
have
shit
to
say
Now
they
scream
cause
I
get
it
in
a
major
way
I
see
'em
hatin'
cause
my
paper
right,
right
I
tell
'em
hold
on
She
see
all
this
and
wanna
stay
the
night,
night
Had
nothing
like
this
in
so
long
She
say
she
wanna
ride
with
a
G
So
hop
up
in
my
passenger
girl,
we
could
be
gone,
gone
Don't
ask
yourself
Cause
you
not
You
know
I
got
Taylor
stripes
like
Adidas
So
these
girls
go
wild
like
Mardi
Gras
On
my
pimp
shit
so
my
pink
show
when
I'm
sippin'
slow
High
chance
that
them
people
coming
so
I'm
gettin'
low
They
all
thought
they
gettin'
dough
Who
cookin'
the
pot?
Sweet,
potato
on
the
tray,
are
you
living
to
die?
On
some
OG
Bobby
Johnson
South
Central
shit
Nigga,
tell
me
who
you
really
f-cking
with
It's
the
bread
man,
cash
top
dead
man
From
the
city
where
you
need
a
bullet
proof
headband
Go
go
gadget
the
money
stretching
long
Cash
in
plastic
cause
I
get
it
long
What
you
flip,
thats
diamonds
zig
zag
money
And
what
I
get,
c
an't
fit
it
in
the
bag
dummy
Don't
ask
yourself
Cause
you
not
I
see
'em
hatin'
cause
my
paper
right,
right
I
tell
'em
hold
on
She
see
all
this
and
wanna
stay
the
night,
night
Had
nothing
like
this
in
so
long
She
say
she
wanna
ride
with
a
G
So
hop
up
in
my
passenger
girl,
we
could
be
gone,
gone
Don't
ask
yourself
Cause
you
not
Uhh,
EZ
Wider
twisting
Easy
Prada
slip
in's
Niggas
tell
me
I
look
like
Eazy
prol
cause
it's
easy
for
'em
I'm
bobbin'
weavin'
on
'em,
Ali
and
Foreman
All
of
my
n-ggas
ballin'
got
TGOD
across
em
Money
countin',
countin'
my
dollars
Got
no
creases
on
'em
My
weed
is
awesome,
paid
the
cost
now
they
callin'
me
the
bossman
"You
should
be
more
like
Khalifa"
Thats
what
they
boss
sayin'
But
they
aint
outta
style,
these
niggas
all?
All
playin',
thrity
thousand
feet
up,
rollin'
weed
up
Try
and
kill
a
track
I
told
Jerm's
we
cut
the
beat
up
These
niggas
aint
heard
the
best
of
me
Say
she
a
fan
her
nigga
think
she
want
me
sexually
Hoe,
get
your
man
I'm
out
here
gettin
it,
spendin'
it
Spittin'
the
illest
shit
you
ever
heard
in
your
life
Thinkin'
to
yourself
Chevy
be
killin'
shit
Nigga
I
murder
it
twice
My
money
is
right
And
when
my
Champagne
come,
they
serving
on
ice
This
the
life
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