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letra de crazy - c blu

[intro]
([?])
why these n-ggas actin’ like they crazy, n-gga? ([?])
you n-ggas is not crazy
like, i’ma really start pullin’ cards on you n-ggas, you heard?
i’m tired of y’all n-ggas lyin’ and sh-t
c blu (like)

[chorus]
why the f-ck he actin’ like he crazy?
all that cap rappin’ sh-t don’t phase me
’cause i know you p-ssy in real life
he ain’t worth a pack, so we gon’ beat him
heard they lookin’ for me, still ain’t see ’em
(all the bros locked down, i’m hopin’ that they free ’em)
they free the opps, we tryna go and pack one
they better hope my n-ggas never catch ’em

[verse]
how you dissin’, not even a factor?
the os don’t score, they playin’ for the lackers
so many deads, i had to a roll a—
so many deads, i had to roll a backwood
why you dissin’, wearin’ n-ggas clothes?
and your baby moms hit your—
i ain’t wanna do this, baby gotta go
all them old drills don’t even matter
let me see what you really about
kick down his door, he sleepin’ on the couch
have his melon lookin’ like he cather
i really get active, i’m not a rapper
fly ‘ooter, .30 in the mackage
it’s walk down gang, we gettin’ sh-t done faster
i don’t got no time to hit no innocents
we hit [?], then go check the citizen
like, d-mn, n-ggas really finished him
prayin’ that night knowin’ i’ma sin again
mask on in case i gotta blast
you never gon’ know when you’ll get caught in traffic
won’t go out like melly watchin’ brodie die
where was your g? you lackin’ while outside
they know the real ’bout us, we let it fly
said you lookin’ for me, n-gga lied
push up, n-gga, you gon’ die
i’m tired of talkin’, n-gga, i’m outside (rrah)
[bridge]
like, y’all know what the f-ck go on, n-gga (i’m tired of talkin’, n-gga)
mad of y’all n-ggas on the news gettin’ shot, gettin’ got
when the f-ck y’all n-ggas gon’ get back, n-gga? (go get f-ckin’ back)
stop actin’ like y’all crazy (c blu)

[chorus]
why the f-ck he actin’ like he crazy?
all that cap rappin’ sh-t don’t phase me
’cause i know you p-ssy in real life
he ain’t worth a pack, so we gon’ beat him
heard they lookin’ for me, still ain’t see ’em (rrah)
(all the bros locked down, i’m hopin’ that they free ’em)
yeah, they free the opps, we tryna go and pack one
they better hope my n-ggas never catch ’em (rrah)

[outro]
they better hope my n-ggas never— (c blu, rrah, rrah)

- c blu

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