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letra de crime pay - chicken p

[intro]
ayy
huh

[verse]
it’s gon’ take a whole pint of tris just to get my mind straight
ridin’ with a b-tch look like ariana grande
i ain’t been broke since i figured out that crime pay
i really sell dope, baby, naw, i ain’t signed yet
she asked what i want for my birthday, i said, “a pint of hi-tech”
b-tch eatin’ the d-ck so sloppy, lost her contact
i had to beat the work, that’s called hand-to-hand combat
ask the fiends, i’m really with the hand-to-hand transactions
huh, b-tch, this a big trx, this ain’t no d-mn raptor
bet you ain’t never seen this book, i know every chapter
i can get you dropped off a look, have him headtap you
she told me record her on my phone, want mе to bandlab her
let’s hit the bеach, i took a tab, let’s make a sandcastle
balenciaga tracks, i been spendin’, baby, i ain’t trackin’
i got receipts for all this sh-t, n-gga, i ain’t cappin’
i’m flashin’ fifty all blues, my n-gga, you ain’t catch it?
i thought pass like we runnin’ ’round playin’ tackle
i got diors on, i was just wearin’ shackles
i ain’t been gone that long, this b-tch keep lyin’ like it’s natural
i know that ass fake
this dope i got right here a ten, what your bag take?
just grind hard and you gon’ win, you gotta have patience
strip club, i got these b-tches shakin’ ass, rakin’
amg look like a sp-ceship, this b-tch sp-cious
huh, i ain’t never did nothin’ to these n-ggas, dog, they just hate me
swear it just be somethin’ ’bout that paper, dog, it just make me
say you got a source, don’t say nothin’ else, my n-gga, just take me
i had a dream like dr. king, then i woke up servin’ fiends
i’m a junkie too, just one more pint, i’ma go clean
my lil’ side b-tch keep tryna get me to go vegan
i’m on the road, leave a voicemail if you can’t reach me
[outro]
(i’m on the road, leave a voicemail if you can’t reach me)

- chicken p

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