letra de gettin crowded - champ1k
[chorus]
i throw up 4’s and i slide
most of these n-ggas ain’t willing to die
i sell a p of the za
these ain’t no birds i let em fly
i put them sticks in the spot
this ain’t no l!ck
i’m the one twisting the plot
pointers in my ear muf-ckin hittin
and i listen a lot
i change gears i ain’t got no fear
when i leave my house
lotta diamonds on my wrist
i bussed the cuban
this sh-t gettin crowded
lotta choppas in my back seat
put em in the trunk
that sh-t was gettin crowded
i been trapping out the penthouse
this sh-t private
i don’t do no public housing
[verse 1]
they went right i went left
cook on my laptop imma chef
anytime a p-ssy n-gga die
i swear to god
i don’t care
anytime yo bro switch sides
you gotta make him stay over there
i ain’t no crab and i ain’t selfish
you know how many bl!cks i used to share
uhhh uhhhh
im tryna blow up on all of these b-tches
i need a bomb
playin dumb on all these b-tches
but i ain’t dumb
i want smoke with all y’all n-ggas
y’all need some lungs
get a glocky with a switchy and a drum
[chorus]
i throw up 4’s and i slide
most of these n-ggas ain’t willing to die
i sell a p of the za
these ain’t no birds i let em fly
i put them sticks in the spot
this ain’t no l!ck
i’m the one twisting the plot
pointers in my ear muf-ckin hittin
and i listen a lot
i change gears i ain’t got no fear
when i leave my house
lotta diamonds on my wrist
i bussed the cuban
this sh-t gettin crowded
lotta choppas in my back seat
put em in the trunk
that sh-t was gettin crowded
i been trapping out the penthouse
this sh-t private
i don’t do no public housing
[verse 2]
its to quiet lets start a riot
up in this muf-cka
you can’t hide or tell no lies
up in this muf-cka
some of my n-ggas super shiesty
i still got love for em
navy federal going federal
put five dubs on it
hundred thousand
i don’t need help counting that sh-t
balenciaga shoes
yeah they big but they help me balance b-tch
i need bread and cheese
what you mean
ain’t talking bout sandwiches
peace up a-town down
put him in the ground
n-gga atlanta sh-t
you might get knock down
you come around with all that playin sh-t
[chorus]
i throw up 4’s and i slide
most of these n-ggas ain’t willing to die
i sell a p of the za
these ain’t no birds i let em fly
i put them sticks in the spot
this ain’t no l!ck
i’m the one twisting the plot
pointers in my ear muf-ckin hittin
and i listen a lot
i change gears i ain’t got no fear
when i leave my house
lotta diamonds on my wrist
i bussed the cuban
this sh-t gettin crowded
lotta choppas in my back seat
put em in the trunk
that sh-t was gettin crowded
i been trapping out the penthouse
this sh-t private
i don’t do no public housing
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