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letra de on shit - $crawb

[intro: $crawb]
frrrr-frrrr

[chorus: $crawb]
all the way
i be laughing from my crib to the bank
(oh sh-t)
i’ll find hit lil stray
so imma pick her ass up on the way
(on sh-t)
{verse 1: $crawb}
yeah it all faneto
i be chillin back sipping red with jarritos
yeah and b-tch stop playing bingo
just give me seven digits i ain’t locking your key hole
you wifed a thot f-ck boy “don’t snitch”
i skeeted in her mouth next day you started kissing it
see you a side hoe, me i’m built different
built different how i move i be so militant
if you want beef i could call up the defense
and we could just get this sh-t sizzilin
or better be bout the businеss
cause the hoe want louis v and thе bag
she told me i’m the best she ever had
next time i seen her she callin me dad ughh
i told her we kicking back
but i felt bad so i broke up her back
she told me i make her cum on command
i am the boy but she call me the man ughh
f-ck fake friends
leave that sh-t in the past
light my blunt with a match
imma ash all my ash on the ground no cap
she throw it back
i’m not goin blow the f-cking bag on the “za” if that sh-t really trash
ion f-ck with that sh-t
and if we pull up just know we didn’t stop the traffic uhh yeah
[chorus: $crawb]
all the way
i be laughing from my crib to the bank
(oh sh-t)
i’ll find hit lil stray
so imma pick her ass up on the way
(on sh-t)
all the way
i be laughing from my crib to the bank
(oh sh-t)
i’ll find hit lil stray
so imma pick her ass up on the way
(on sh-t)

[verse 2: nc soto]
aye i ain’t got no b-tch cause all these b-tches say i’m toxic
so i be laughing from yo b-tch house back to my crib
nah, she always digging in my wallet
if it’s a problem get him gone get it poppin
can’t drop a bag if this ain’t za this exotic
after i f-ck her want her mom partners, huh
i ain’t sh-t that’s what these b-tches say
think she goin wake up next to me but i ain’t finna stay
i knew i was goin be him in like the second grade
right now you hating once i make it whatchu finna say
n-ggas think it’s the barber shop you can’t get a fade
b-tches tryna call for help, but i ain’t triple a
heard she done charged you for the cat, i ain’t finna pay
just to pay her back i’ll break her back, have her feeling pain
talking this and that like you that, but you still a fake
never do wrong by those i love, but i’m still a snake
yo n-gga told you still f-cking wit him? huh
bro tell me why b-tches f-cking wit sucka n-ggas?
that last n-gga played the f-cking victim
talk tough till they get locked up and you get to tell the snitching
huh
[chorus: $crawb]
all the way
i be laughing from my crib to the bank
(oh sh-t)
i’ll find hit lil stray
so imma pick her ass up on the way
(on sh-t)
all the way
i be laughing from my crib to the bank
(oh sh-t)
i’ll find hit lil stray
so imma pick her ass up on the way
(on sh-t)

- crawb

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