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letra de sushi & miso soup - crae

you snooze you lose
i’m up early morning
spark a jay them i’m bussin’ my move
keep it a stack bro you was not there
i know you got pack but how many you movin’
whats the confusion?
can’t you see you don’t know what you doing?
you don’t sell i bet money you using
me, i’m always chasing after blue strips
tryn’ get my pockets on fat
sir i got the bomb, relax
i’m finna blow up — ain’t nothing attack–
bad b-tch want me hit it from the back
goin’ i ain’t stopping til i’m in cocoon
yeah it’s crae they say i’ll bе the one
i don’t know how the f-ck you bе spitting like that all the smoke in your lungs
wait! ima level up
ain’t no debate
on the track i just play roller-skate
i might take your lil b-tch on a date
and she better not eat off my plate
wait! how he send an order and get it today?
the plug say the pound be the minimum weight
i told ’em thats straight we gone make something shake
bae i got the guap on me right now
you can get what you want baby pipe down
i got the gas on me right now
i don’t know what you smoking its not loud
my n-ggas dogs we got rottweils
–life h-lla hard since i popped out–
and i ain’t got time for the games
and bro on the same
you f-ck ‘round get knocked out

eating sushi & miso soup
making hits like i’m negro league
i’m tryna pull up in that all black coupe
drive that b-tch like it’s need for speed
i spend money like i got something to prove
here by myself i got nothing to lose
lil ma got that fat- i hit it so hard from that back she left out my crib with a bruise
you snooze you lose
i’m up early morning
spark a jay them i’m bussin’ my move
keep it a stack bro you was not there
i know you got pack but how many you movin’
whats the confusion?
can’t you see you don’t know what you doing?
you don’t sell i bet money you using
me, i’m always chasing after blue strips

“i swear i’d drop this mic right now, if this sermon was over”

smoking dope and i’m feeling fantastic
treat my money like that sh-t elastic
you the type get up on twitter and gas it
i’m the type get out the mud now i’m maxing
i’m the type get rich and foreign my fashion
tryna get rich and foreign my fashion
oh my god how did crae make it happen?
i’m still spazzing
nuts still draggin’
smoking my dope – huff puff like dragons
skinny ass jeans and them sh-ts still saggin’
don’t want love but the b-tch still asking
old b-tch rich tryna hit she taxin’
i came up in the hallway trappin’
call my n-gga bob like his last name lashley
young n-gga vigilant
you can’t get nothing past me
wait, it ain’t serious but it can be since you asked me
me a bad little mommy named ashley
say she want me hit it in the backseat
if you wit it, i’m wit it
i promise you gone get your back beat

- crae

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