We Made It-Crooked I

歌手 : Crooked I

专辑 : When Fish Ride Bicycles

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:02

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TXT We Made It-Crooked I 文本歌词

We Made It - Crooked I

Now what the hell should I care about, nothing

I'm Paramount, f**k it bring the Maclaren out

She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out

French connection, I Paris my whereabouts

You still in your parents' house

I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse

No pants derriere is out

I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows

I f**k with some street killers and D dealers

We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers

I f**k with some blunt smokers and E-pillers

You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us

Onion booty and some yoga pants

She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance

I got paper and she over stamps

I got a message for the haters man

Tell them muhf**kas we made it

Live good, still hood

Grind hard like a real ni**a should

1hunnid, stay true

Let 'em know, tell them muhf**kas we made it

Yeah, tell them muhf**kas we made it

Johnny Blue, tell them muhf**kas we faded

Middle finger you and them mothaf**kas who hate it

Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated

By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica

On my birthday gettin' my cake up

You dudes Hollywood, say what?

I call you virtual sex, you fake f**ks

I don't think you want a problem

I'm Andy Warhol and on boardwalk

I'm awesome when I draw guns

Be somewhere in Boston when the law come

With a bad b**ch and she know it's pimpin'

Her accent is like Lois Griffin

The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken

Some red wine, let's toast to livin'

Breaking news, we making moves

You new niggas listen, pay your dues

Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose

Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes

Box me, you need a drug test

Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest

Then I tell your ho put on her f**k dress

Give me brains for fame, that's success

The best revenge and this is murder now

You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around

Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound

Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down

VH1 b**ch in a black Carerra

Gettin' Viacom p**sy in this ratchet era

F**k her weave up and her black mascara

Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera