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Crooked I( Dominick Wickliffe )
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Niggaz Winnin' (feat. Trae The Truth & Melody Angel)
I don't wanna miss my ride From down South to the East coast I got my grind on beast mode Some blue doc and some weed smoke We still live by the G code Yeah I'm on in this bitch who hating cause they can't get on I'm looking for the same run Jay Z and Dame went on Baby and Wayne still on I'm talking about them independent benjamins made same thing that the Bay been on I dream big eyes wide open I call it sleep walking No ear to the ground but I can hear the streets talking About the boy who put beats In the deep coffin You niggas running four three and I'm in the lead jogging Tinted windows, I sit in a rented limo With a video fix and pen and pencil and an instrumental Sets his business over bitches I scribble sick lyrics Then I stick my dick in the bitches dental Not coincidental, it's pimpin' my nigga Look what I get her to do Her and her pretty friend Jennifer too dinner Raise my arm, the winner is who LBC I did it for you For my city I'm in position used to Texas as I'm blissing Still the truth, the voice no absent for second guessing Be a victim of obedience slap it as soon as you guessing it I'm what you consider real so don't question it So many days I remember being in the front line but right now I'm in front of that You can pick your biz I skip this answer jump in front of that Tellin' I'm an asshole, problems you don't want none of that I desintegrate 'em that's with the bitches won't coming back Competition is in the smoke they come losing and smoking dope Speaking of smoke and toss smoking something you can't smoke it and blow もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com To music I'm lyrically like a ghost tryin' to hide in these beats Swear I was Michael Phelps so I dive these freaks I never take some holy thing all I'm chasing is a budget Face the sundee, as I make no brand in this breathe Pussy niggers they nothing they know that fuck shit is dead They don't want to see us for real them niggers scared My jean size 38 in the waist I ain't talking levi's 38 in the waist I got my city behind me Just like I'm Tray in the H I look at you like section 8 Ain't no cost you shit To stay in your place I'm going Tim Duncan in this tape drop That mean I'm 'bout to ball on your squares like it's bank shot Satan in a tank top, fire all for niggers Who think they gonna take what? Take shots I'mma touch your body away I guess the ground gonna see Learn it click burn it some down OG's Then I learned avoiding beefs, when I found more G's That knowledge gets me knowledge, them bitches be down on knees Giving you pussy to lose this it's not poppin' Bitches stacks dropping for not watching they twat options She fucking around with them but then She only let the dick of a winner in her-in her I don't wanna miss my ride When the planets align They let me lose my time But you're afraid of heights
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